"Why am I not surprised?" What with how much makeup Aden wore at the party. He found himself grateful that he'd skipped the lipstick today.

Thrawn stared at the paintings as he drifted off to sleep, trying to find some clue that he hadn't picked up yet. Other than getting a slightly better idea of how to best Nine in a fight, or another make out session, he had yet to glean further information about the spy.

He awoke later to the smell of a meal cooking, and he had to admit that it whet his appetite. Putting his boots and tunic back on, Thrawn made his way to the dining area, seeing that he'd woken up at the right time.