"Hey."

DebLei looked up from her cleaning to see Shana standing in the doorway.

"Hi," she replied, shoving the last of the tapistries into a garbage bag to be taken to the incinerator.

"Is that the last of it?" The OSA Director inquired.

Deb nodded. "Thanks for the help, Shana. He was going to make me wear this." she help up a blue toga with silver trim, her face wrinkling in disgust.

"Ewww..."

Again, DebLei nodded. "This last year at HSU has changed me, you know. I feel... free. More free than I've ever felt in my entire life. I don't ever want to go back to the way things were," she admitted.

Shana smiled slightly, understanding the concept entirely.

"You owe me one," she told the padawan Secretary.

"I know." DebLei cast a glance at her computer. "I'd offer you all my appointments but Mistress Diebin says that as punishment for bringing La-- bringing him here, I have to forfeit any all appointments for the next month."

"Ouch!"

"She also took away my screensaver," Deb wailed. "and replaced it with that horrid one of Cal!"

Shana's eyes widened. "You could always change your settings," she suggested.

Deb shook her head. "No can do. It's password protected and Die has the password."

"Where is Die, exactly?" Shana asked.

DebLei jerked her head towards the door to the General's inner sanctum. "Their getting re-acquainted," she said. "And I get cleaning duty. It's not as if I asked him to come here, you know."

"I know," Shana replied. She sympathetically patted the shoulde rof the miserable secretary. "But you know, it could be worse. It's only one month, after all!"

The End