[Mando's tone is of disbelief. He glances over at Riz, and you could almost swear he's smiling. The helmet hasn't changed, of course, but there's just something about it that seems like it's grinning.]
Smart, though... yeah, I can see that. I'd have put a bell on him too.
[Actually, a bell is a great idea for Grogu. If Mando ever sees him again, he's putting that into action.]
Yes. Mostly when he was trying to get into things he shouldn't. Don't get me wrong though, he had an amazing set of lungs too. [Pok is absolutely grinning as he holds up his hands some small distance apart as if to indicate a fish. Or more accurately, a baby goblin.] He was this small, and I swear, about 90% lung capacity. Had us thinking we had a little barbarian on our hands for a while there.
[Riz, meanwhile, groans -- the long drawn out groan of a dying car or a teenager being embarrassed by a parent -- as he buries his face in his hands.]
Sounds like you have a little rogue on your hands. Don't bother with those childproof locks. Riz here was figuring them out as quickly as we could put them up.
[Pok lifts a hand as if to pat Riz's shoulder. He doesn't connect, knows he won't be able to, but the gesture is clear enough.]
[It still feels weird to refer to Grogu as his son, but it's starting to get more natural. Mando notices the gesture Pok makes, and his chest hurts for a moment. He'd give just about anything to be toting the kid around right now...]
He looks a lot like you. Like a goblin. Except he's something different.
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[Mando's tone is of disbelief. He glances over at Riz, and you could almost swear he's smiling. The helmet hasn't changed, of course, but there's just something about it that seems like it's grinning.]
Smart, though... yeah, I can see that. I'd have put a bell on him too.
[Actually, a bell is a great idea for Grogu. If Mando ever sees him again, he's putting that into action.]
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[Riz, meanwhile, groans -- the long drawn out groan of a dying car or a teenager being embarrassed by a parent -- as he buries his face in his hands.]
I hate everything right now.
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I have a son about that size.
[Maybe a little bigger. But definitely pocket-sized.]
He's pretty quiet, though. But sneaky. Likes to get into things.
[He glances at Riz.]
He'd like Riz, if he was here. Would probably try to follow him everywhere and steal his coffee.
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Sounds like you have a little rogue on your hands. Don't bother with those childproof locks. Riz here was figuring them out as quickly as we could put them up.
[Pok lifts a hand as if to pat Riz's shoulder. He doesn't connect, knows he won't be able to, but the gesture is clear enough.]
What's your son's name?
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[It still feels weird to refer to Grogu as his son, but it's starting to get more natural. Mando notices the gesture Pok makes, and his chest hurts for a moment. He'd give just about anything to be toting the kid around right now...]
He looks a lot like you. Like a goblin. Except he's something different.
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[Pok gives a nod, before his expression grows more curious as he regards, Mando.]
Forgive me for being nosy, it comes with the job, but... was his mother a goblin? You don't look much like one yourself.
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[Not that Mando would necessarily be opposed to hooking up with a goblin! He's just never met one in all his travels.]
He's a foundling. An orphan. We just... ended up together.