The next morning, Din had already been up for several hours by the time he heard the familiar noise of a landspeeder travelling down the dusty path towards his cabin.

He was busy fixing a loose panel on the side of his N-1 Starfighter, when the sound caught his attention.

It caught Grogu's too.

The small child was sat on the porch step, using his powers to lift one of Din's heavier tools up into the air and then back down again.

Din and Grogu had already had a bountiful breakfast, consisting of the fruit and sweet bread that Lysa had left for them the previous day.

It was indeed rare for them to have anything more than bone broth in the conservator. So having a bounty of fresh foods, all handpicked or home cooked, felt like a luxury.

Din took a step back from his ship and turned, to see the battered old landspeeder hovering down the makeshift road towards them.

He cleared his throat, causing Grogu to stare up at him for a moment, before the child's attention was drawn back by the speeder coming to a juddering stop.

Immediately Grogu gave a chirp and began to waddle over to the pilot on tiny legs.

"Grogu," scolded Din quickly.

But Lysa Kane, who had just stepped out of the landspeeder, gave a laugh.

Din gazed at her, today in a short navy tunic and matching navy breeches. She was just a little shorter than Din, but her outfit made her look tall and regal.

"Someone already hungry for more?" she said in a sing-song voice, as she pulled off her helmet, revealing her usual wavy length of honey-coloured hair.

Grogu almost instantly jumped up onto the back of the speeder, expecting her to present him with food like the last time she was here.

But Din hurriedly strode up to the pair of them, reaching under his son's arms and pulling him swiftly from the vehicle, as Grogu screeched in protest.

"Grogu, you ate like a half hour ago," Din said in a firm voice, as the green child made grabby hands for Lysa.

The Mandalorian's gaze met with hers through his beskar helmet. "Sorry," he uttered, internally wishing his son was more well-behaved. Especially in front of company like her.

But Lysa merely smiled up at the pair of them delightedly, before reaching into the basket, attached to the rear of her speeder, and pulling out a small handful of pink berries. Which she promptly handed over to Grogu.

Within half a second, Grogu's face was already covered in pink juice as he chowed down on the fruit.

"I don't think I've seen wasaka berries anywhere in the Outer Rim before," Din commented.

At his words Lysa smiled.

"Well in exchange for a constant supply of homemade cakes, some of the stallholders down at the Bazaar save me some of the rarer fruits that come in," she explained. "They're happy, I'm happy, and my customers are happy."

Din stared at her. All golden hair and a smile that could brighten even the darkest of skies. But there was something behind that. Something smart, and self-sufficient. And it still surprised him that a woman like her would keep a man like Crix around.

Din had pondered that on his long journey home just the previous evening. Of all the men out there, why would she choose someone like him?

Crix had been cold and brutish. A contrast to Lysa Kane, who to Din, exuded warmth and grace.

To him it was as if Lysa was a flame and Crix was an open window, ready to snuff out her fire at any moment.

The Mandalorian had met many men like this in his travels and almost every single one of them had been bad news.

But was it Din's place to care? He wasn't so certain, but that didn't stop Lysa from sitting in the forefront of his mind since he had first crossed paths with her.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, the Mandalorian fumbled in his belt, pulling out the credits he owed for their delivery and handing them over.

Lysa took them from his grasp and before eyeing them in her hand.

"I told you already, this is too much," she said with a gentle shake of her head as she held out two credit chips.

But Din raised his hand.

"You've had to come here twice," he said matter-of-factly. "And besides. You're undercharging."

At his words, Lysa shifted her weight onto one foot, raising both eyebrows at him in bemusement.

"Oh really?" she retorted playfully, tilting her head to the side and giving a nod. "I never knew Mandalorians were such experts in cost and pricing for baked goods?"

Beneath his mask, Din couldn't help the smile that played upon his lips.

"We're not. But I travel a lot and I know that you're undercharging," he said with a shrug. "They'd charge quadruple that on Naboo."

For a short second, something flickered over Lysa's face. Almost like a recognition of sorts, as though she was remembering something long passed.

"You know, my parents actually owned a bakery on Naboo. It's where I'm from….where I was born," the blonde woman commented lightly. "But there's no way they charged four times my prices."

Lysa smirked and shook her head.

"I think whoever you've been buying flatcakes from in Naboo, has hustled you out of a lot of credits, Din Djarin."

At her words Din gave a chuckle, which caused Grogu to gaze up at him, obviously not used to hearing this sound from his father often.

"Aha, so Mandalorians do laugh!" Lysa said, smiling brightly and pointing at him.

Behind his helmet, Din continued to smirk.

"I'm not taking the credits back," he said firmly, with a gentle shake of his head.

At this, Lysa blinked up at him, before giving an easy shrug.

"Well in that case," she said, taking a step into the Mandalorian. "Here you go, Din Grogu. Buy yourself something sweet and sticky from the market - preferably something that your Daddy has to spend weeks cleaning off the interior of his fancy ship."

And with that, she handed the small green child the remaining two credit chips, which Grogu took in each hand, bashing them together like an instrument.

Lysa instantly shot Din a look as he returned one, her lips twitching up into a smirk, before she turned away from him. Moving back over to her speeder.

"I'll come deliver again at the end of the week if you're happy with that?" she said in a smooth tone. "Any requests this time?"

"Requests?" asked Din.

Lysa shrugged once more, picking up her visor.

"Well a few of the Mandalorians over the way, ask for Sweetmallow cakes when I can get the ingredients. But those I will have to change you double for."

She leaned in to Grogu. "Very sweet and sticky," she said in a carrying whisper, giving a wrinkle of her nose as she did so.

Din's eyes roved over Lysa's face for a moment or two, as he let out a snort behind his helmet.

"No requests," he gently uttered with a brief shake of his head.

The blonde woman offered him one last smile before pulling her battered old visor over her head, tucking in her hair, and hopping into the landspeeder.

Just like last time, Din took a wide step back as dust flew up into the air, at the sound of the speeder's engine stuttering to life.

Grogu in his arms, bashed the two credits in his hands together noisily. As Lysa reversed in the speeder a little way before giving the pair a wave; circling around and zooming off.

Din stood there for a while, watching as she disappeared out of sight, before giving a small sigh.

At the sound, Grogu stared up at his father expectantly, letting out a loud chirp.

Din glanced down at his small green son.

"I know, but it's not gonna happen, buddy. She's with someone."

And with that, Din couldn't help but let out another long sigh, before staring back up at the horizon.

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