"Oh, about as comfortable as dangling over a sarlacc pit," Tahiri said wryly, "but then again, the advantage to being a guest at these two's wedding is that people have got to at least think twice before saying anything to my -- or her -- face."

Sometimes it wasn't all that bad being almost-family to the galaxy's biggest trouble magnets.

"Anyway." She reached a hand up and brushed her fingertips against the hair falling over her forehead. "I've been getting looks like that ever since I first ended up with these. That I can handle. But living with what she's done, not to mention having it all public knowledge . . . she's got it way worse than I do."