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Capricia



Tyscio sat cross-legged across from his two twins. He held up a picture and, as is the case with babies, it took him a while to even get their eyes to glance at it. When he did, one smiled and blurted out "mama".

The other one seemed to absently mimic his sister's answer but louder, "MAMA!".


"Yes, she is!" Tyscio exclaimed, though truth be told, he was not sure how far along they were supposed to be in mental accumen and speech. They were, after all, just babies.


But would the Force make them super smart at an early age? Would they be able to do things other babies their age couldn't?


Seeing Jacen's drool drip onto his shirt, Tyscio wondered about that line of reasoning.


Maybe my Force-baby is retarded?


He looked at the drooling baby and grinned. All babies drool. Maybe the daytime holovision is retarded!


He held up another picture; one of him in a pose he considered rather dashing.


"Bo!" Jaina screamed and Jacen followed suite. "BO!"


Tysico frowned.


Another picture. It was an after-thought but he wanted to make sure there were no latent mental images of this particular boogy-man floating about their tiny brains. It was a security image of Ahnk.


"Da" Jaina blurted out and Jacen, true to form, blurted "DA!"


Tysico's frown darkened slightly until his lips grinned. "Don't he wish!" he started before throwing the pictures behind him in favor of tickling the little traitor's bellies.


The kids, of course, screamed in delight.