“Gran Nola! Gran Nola!”
The child scrambled into the kitchen, slipping and sliding on the wooden floor with a bathroom towel wrapped around his shirt like a robe. He clutched a toy lightsaber in his hand and flicked the blue lighting on and off repeatedly as he beamed at his grandmother.
“Yes, my dear?” Nola replied, slowly whisking away at some batter in a bowl while occupied by the doe-eyed look her grandson wore.
“Let’s have a lightsaber fight! They are so cool on TV!”
“Aww, I wish I could, dear,” Nola said, pouting and staring off to the side. She checked the gooeyness of the batter before whisking again. “I don’t even have a lightsaber. That father of yours wasn’t even considerate enough to give one to me when you first arrived here, even when I introduced him to Nebula Skirmi—”
“Please!”
Nola spun the whisk and palmed the handle. A radiant surge of bright light blasted out of the whisk and phased through the ceiling.
“May the Source be with you!” Nola yelled, grinning at the stunned look on her grandson’s face.
“So cool! Let’s go fight outside, Gran Nola!” The boy hurried out of the kitchen.
“Wynn! Don’t run and go outside with just socks on!” Nola sighed, the beacon of light dying out as the pitter-patter of footsteps got further away. The final remnants of light poured to the floor like the batter in her bowl before vanishing. She placed the whisk back into the bowl. “Holy smokes, that took a lot out of me.”
Nola undid her apron and hung it over a chair. She grabbed her glasses from the island, slipped on her camo slides, and ambled out of the kitchen. She giggled to herself, hearing her grandson shout incoherent mish-mashes of words from outside. She could only presume he was training with the lightsaber.
Ah. His little getup with the towel robe was just too cute. If he’s giving 100%, I’ll give 100% as well.
She threw on the first tunic robe she saw on the hanger near the open door and stepped outside. It was a sunny afternoon; Wynn’s energy levels spiked at this time. She couldn’t be any happier though as seeing him whack a tree with the plastic toy only brought her more joy.
“Have a taste of my Landrunner Slash, Barf Vadar! Pew! Pam!”
Shouting out move names. He really is part of my bloodline.
Wynn shifted his focus to his grandmother, raising his weapon.
“Granny! Make your lightsaber! Let’s fight!” As expected, he sprinted at her with his tiny legs, hollering like some Viking.
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“My, my, but you’re too strong, sweetie!” Nola cheered, sneaking in a quick photo of her charging grandson with her phone. “I won’t be able to win!”
“You won’t beat me! Rah!” Wynn closed the gap, swinging his lightsaber down towards his grandma’s shins.
Nola’s foot flashed upwards, her slipper’s sole blocking the thunderous brunt of the lightsaber. A discharge of blue light erupted out of the lightsaber, kicking up clouds of leaves and dirt as the light breached the sky through the canopies of high-rise trees. A greenish-brownish hue tainted the lightsaber’s light, increasing in its prevalence the more Wynn’s face wrinkled and contorted into a sinister smirk.
Nola smiled back, not breaking a sweat as her foot withstood the extra amounts of dark force pushed into the swing.
“Could’ve sworn the sabres never had a function like this one,” she said over her grandson’s scratchy, maniacal laughter. “CGI sure has come a long way.”
The same dark aura from the lightsaber radiated from Wynn, the swing doubling in weight.
“Oops, it is sunny today, dear. You’re boiling!” Her slipper engulfed itself in a white light.
Ectoplasm. Haunt my slides.
Her other slipper took on the same aura.
“Steyn Disciplinary School!”
The lightsaber upped in force. Her light brown irises vanished.
“Treat Style!”
The ground shattered below them.
“Slip ‘N Slide: Rebute!”
A blinding light emerged from her slipper, dissipating the malicious light coming off of the lightsaber and the aura surrounding Wynn in a single flash.
“Oh?” Wynn—his childlike expression having returned—uttered as he stumbled back, dropping the lightsaber.
With a skilled pirouette, Nola spun towards the boy and caught him, cradling him in her arms. The white light from her slides vanished and her eyes returned to normal.
“You definitely won there, my dear. I didn’t even use a lightsaber, so I’m disqualified!” Nola laughed heartily, scrubbing the boy’s messy blonde hair.
“Aw, come on, gran! Don’t cheat!” I wanna rematch!” the child complained, puffing his cheeks, making them susceptible to grandmotherly pinches.
“Such a gentleman! You won’t accept a win like tha—”
“I will end you one day, Granola,” Wynn said, a snarl tainting his face. “Mark my words.”
Nola blinked.
“Can’t wait, dear!”
Wynn clicked his tongue before the ugly look on his face was replaced by an innocent and tired one.
“You need a nap, young man. You’ve been very energetic toda—”
“I don’t wanna!”
“Maybe after you have lunch, you’ll reconsider.” Nola swung her grandson around, watching his reluctance transform into eagerness.
“I’m home!” A tall old man holding tote bags strolled down the pathway to the house. “Managed to pick up some red snapper and BBQ chips for Wynn!”
“Hello, Granpa Zen!”
“Ah, welcome home, sweetheart!” Nola greeted with a nod. “Did you also get the peppermint tea?”
“I did indee—wait, hun, why are you wearing my super cool robe?”
Nola pursed her lips. “Uh… larping?”
Zen frowned before giving a goofy grin.
“Y’know, I would cringe at this reminder of my weird hobbies as a teen, but hey, larping is what led us to marrying somehow.” Zen strode past his wife, ruffling both her and Wynn’s hair. “You look beautiful in my geeky robe. And your robe is stylish as well, little guy. Toiletcore, we love to see it—”
“Why did you hit my head?” Wynn sulked, patting her giggling grandma. “Granma! Hit him for me! He’s getting away!”
Zen pranced into the house, ‘hehe’ing with pride.
Wynn scrunched his nose, sourness written on his face. Nola booped the kid’s nose, picked up the dirtied lightsaber, and headed for the door with Wynn.
His Goblin side sure is intense.
She pushed up her glasses, humming at the small bursts of green aura she could see steaming out of Wynn’s head.
However…
“Gran Nola!” Wynn shouted, his mood having changed at the drop of a hat. “What’s for lunch?”
That side sure is adorable! No doubt about it!