[Since Riz doesn't seem to be too mortified by this whole thing, Mando is going to just keeping talking to Pok. He's seen Riz when he really doesn't want something to happen, and knows he's more than capable of making his wishes known. This surliness isn't too worrying. Actually, it's almost refreshingly teenager-like.]
That plan backfired.
[Do you know how much they spend every week on coffee, Pok? Do you? ... not that much, because Riz is a fiend, not a connoisseur, but the point still stands!]
So he was only that tall when he started causing trouble?
[Likewise, Pok wouldn't be keeping up this cheerful chat if Riz looked truly put out, but as it stands, the boy seems to be experiencing nothing more than the normal level of teenage embarrassment. That's fine. It builds character.]
He wasn't badly behaved, mind you. He was just far too quiet and smart for anyone else's good. [Pok ruefully shakes his head, looking at Riz with a warm pride despite his words. The kid is still too quiet and smart for anyone else's good and that's wonderful.] We considered tying bells to his tail to be able to keep track of him, but I'm not sure he wouldn't have found a way around that.
[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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That plan backfired.
[Do you know how much they spend every week on coffee, Pok? Do you? ... not that much, because Riz is a fiend, not a connoisseur, but the point still stands!]
So he was only that tall when he started causing trouble?
[Sounds like another little goblin Mando knows.]
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[Likewise, Pok wouldn't be keeping up this cheerful chat if Riz looked truly put out, but as it stands, the boy seems to be experiencing nothing more than the normal level of teenage embarrassment. That's fine. It builds character.]
He wasn't badly behaved, mind you. He was just far too quiet and smart for anyone else's good. [Pok ruefully shakes his head, looking at Riz with a warm pride despite his words. The kid is still too quiet and smart for anyone else's good and that's wonderful.] We considered tying bells to his tail to be able to keep track of him, but I'm not sure he wouldn't have found a way around that.
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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.