[There isn't enough caf in the mug for any threats of spillage, and as soon as he's finished miming what he means, Anakin gets right back to taking a new swallow. Their signatures brush against one another through the Force- in a way that's rare outside of moving meditations, or combat. Its the lowest that Anakin's shields have been since they've arrived, and it speaks volumes to sense of safety he must feel here.] Mn [He hums against the ceramic rim, pulling away as he backs up, surrenders space in a preemptive welcome. Invisible plasma shield- ] Now there's an idea.
[Anakin's voice calls back over his shoulder as he retreats back towards the kitchen.] Come on in!
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[Anakin's voice calls back over his shoulder as he retreats back towards the kitchen.] Come on in!