[He watches the whole exchange with the cashier with an open mouth. He had heard of this before, but he had never really seen it in action. That would be one hell of a useful trick for smuggling operations. And yet, a tiny voice in the back of his mind is chastising him for letting it happen. He exhales the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding once they are out of the shop.]
Well...we are probably going to need to change our cover story anyway, with outfits from Hapes. I don’t know if I can do anything to hide this nose.
[He glances back in the direction of the Falcon, considering. But when he does, he immediately gets lost in weighing his options. The thought of giving up the Falcon made him physically ill, to the point of paling.
He could keep the dice, so he wouldn’t be giving up everything. But the Falcon was like his second childhood home, whenever he wasn’t on Chandrila.]
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Well...we are probably going to need to change our cover story anyway, with outfits from Hapes. I don’t know if I can do anything to hide this nose.
[He glances back in the direction of the Falcon, considering. But when he does, he immediately gets lost in weighing his options. The thought of giving up the Falcon made him physically ill, to the point of paling.
He could keep the dice, so he wouldn’t be giving up everything. But the Falcon was like his second childhood home, whenever he wasn’t on Chandrila.]