"I'm bored."
"Meditate then."
"I was, I HAVE been, I'm bored."
"What do you expect me to do about that?"
"Help me get un-bored?"
*sigh*
"No."
"Why not?"
"You're grown up, you can figure that out for your own self."
"I'm still bored."
"You sound like Wes."
"Well, now I know how he felt."
"Go bother Emily."
"Bother me? About what?"
"She's bored."
"Again?"
"Yup."
"Hey I can't help it!"
*pause*
"Much."
"We could do another marathon..."
"I'm marathon'd out."
"Sparring?"
"And wreak havoc on Sci's ship...."
"I've got an idea."
"I thought you said you were bored, now you have an idea?"
"Hey, give me a break, I just came up with it!"
"So, what's your brilliant idea?"
"Never said it was brilliant, but now that I come to think of it...."
"What is it?!?!?!"
"I promise Nat, he'll think it's funny!"
"I don't know about this. . . ."
"Trust me?"
*Sigh* "If I must."
"Good, now here's what we're going to do...."
Nat trundled embarrassedly toward where Sci had set himself away from the three bored subordinates. If the droid had hands, she'd be tugging uselessly at the ewok hood the Lorrdains had affixed over her dome, and the small spirit-stick looking thing they'd taped to her 'body'.
She moved up to Sci, who hadn't looked up from his book yet, and said simply. "Yub Yub, Major."