Sewing

Karr smiled. “I bet they wouldn’t make a Jedi go to sewing school.”

“Is that where they’re sending you? I thought you said it was a trade school.”

“Sewing is a trade. It’s the family trade, actually. They want me to skip the final terms and go straight to making clothes for fun and profit,” he said, putting a lot of sarcasm on the last part.

“Like your gloves?”

“Like my gloves.”

She programmed the coordinates for Utapau and sat back in the pilot’s seat. “You really hate the idea of being a tailor?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you any good at it?”

He nodded grudgingly. “Yeah.”

“Maybe someday you can make clothes for me.”

He blushed all the way down to his shoulders. “Aw…you could afford something nicer than I could make.”


- Force Collector, Chapter 6