[If only Lance knew how much jewellery a typical togruta wore-- head, arms, wrists, fingers, ankles, anywhere that jewellery could be put. She'd told him that jewellery had meaning in her culture, but failed to convey exactly what that meant in practice. If any other togruta could hear his inner monologue, they'd laugh until the cows came home.
Nevertheless, Ahsoka isn't a typical togruta, so perhaps it's for the best.
She brightens when she spots him, face lighting up into a smile, and she gives a huge wave as he approaches.]
Lance!
[She beckons him over, motioning for him to hurry.]
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Nevertheless, Ahsoka isn't a typical togruta, so perhaps it's for the best.
She brightens when she spots him, face lighting up into a smile, and she gives a huge wave as he approaches.]
Lance!
[She beckons him over, motioning for him to hurry.]
You made it!