The General sighed as he stood in his secretary's office--alone. In his
hands was a note...

'Gen, somebody called Jim, Jack, George, well something like that, they
called you about, well, I'm sure. He said it was important but sorry, I
was a little distracted at the time with painting my toenails. I'll hit
'redail' in the morning so I can see who called. Don't touch the phone.
(It was already too late, Kendra had called half the campus after that
call)

I've gone to sun on the yacht. If you're free---which you are from five
to seven by the way, stop by the yacht for drinks and dancing.

Kendra

By the way, ignore all the boxes I stacked in your office--Emmy and
Laure's shoe order came in and Darry's purse order showed up as well.
They didn't have room in their places for the stuff since it wasn't
quite yet fall and they hadn't tossed their summer junk out. Hope you
don't mind.'

The General raised a brow and then walked to his office, tentatively
pushed open the door and quickly shut it after seeing nothing but boxes
from floor to ceiling. If he were lucky, he'd be able to crawl and
squish himself to his desk come morning.

Running a hand across a stubbled cheek, he walked out of his office and
headed to the pub. After all, there was happy hour inventory with Judy
scheduled.

But something was bothering the Jedi. It was too damn quiet. There had
been no fires--well, if you don't count that small kitchen fire at the
fire department. No flood--not counting the slight sink mishap in the
clinic. And no war--if you don't count the paperboy incident...damn
something was wrong.

It was never this normal during summer, and this worried the General.
Surely he wasn't the only one that had noticed.

Making a mental note, he told himself that he'd have to stop by the
cottage for cookies and a word or two with Qui-Gon...maybe even see if
Max could join them.

Sighing once more, the General continued to walk to the pub, barely
noticing Commo crashing his golf cart into the windmill, Legolas
draining the pool for use as a skateboard course, Aragorn getting all
hot and sweaty killing pretend Orc--insert Cal for Orc.

It was just a little...odd.