How are people being invited for tea in her home! She makes a disgruntled noise as she throws herself on the couch, which keeps Cassian and Poe in her line of sight while they're still in the kitchen. She doesn't answer because she knows Cassian will make her a cup of tea anyway.
"Don't go in my room, BB-8!" she calls after the droid.
The house itself is sparse, with only parts of it looking lived in. The couch is covered in a blanket and pillows from the first night Cassian stayed over and Jyn fell asleep watching TV. She hasn't bothered to clean up. The kitchen is obviously used, a pile of mugs and spoons in the sink she hasn't washed yet, a box of chocolates on the counter. A plastic teddy bear container of honey sits next to the stove. There's a tee shirt flung across the top of the dining table, hair elastics scattered on every flat surface. It looks very much like someone has just moved in.
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"Don't go in my room, BB-8!" she calls after the droid.
The house itself is sparse, with only parts of it looking lived in. The couch is covered in a blanket and pillows from the first night Cassian stayed over and Jyn fell asleep watching TV. She hasn't bothered to clean up. The kitchen is obviously used, a pile of mugs and spoons in the sink she hasn't washed yet, a box of chocolates on the counter. A plastic teddy bear container of honey sits next to the stove. There's a tee shirt flung across the top of the dining table, hair elastics scattered on every flat surface. It looks very much like someone has just moved in.
Which, she has.