She squeezed herself into the cockpit.
“Sorry, it’s a one-pilot starfighter,” Porgins said.
“Neither of us are skinny,” Anra said, no demure in her grin as she sat on his lap. “It’ll be a tight flight.”
He laughed. “Good thing it’s a third date?”
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