#Luke: So you're not angry I left him with a strange droid on a random planet?

[oysteringofclamelot]

When Din returns Grogu (not via SpaceFedEx)

Din: Skywalker, we need to talk.

Luke: Mandalorian. I see. Come into the Temple.

Din: I have some issues with your teaching methods.

Luke, hiding annoyance: Please, do share.

Din: Ok, first, he’s claiming you didn’t feed him, which I understand is a lie. However, the shirt is a little tight, so he’s definitely been sneaking things. You need to keep a closer eye on him.

Luke, nodding: I… understand.

Din: Secondly, the blaster machine.

Luke, internally panicking: I can explain –

Din: Just one blaster bolt? I understand he’s young, but we’re usually in ambushes so the number needs to increase. Only being able to dodge one at a time is useless in our line of work.

Luke: Uh-

Din: And the whole X-Wing thing? No matter what he tells you, he can’t fly a gunship, nor is gunship to fighter a transferable skill. I’d suggest you start with letting him handle a speeder and seeing where he goes from there.

Luke, confused: So I need to feed him less, shoot him more, and let him play on machinery?

Din: This is the Way.

Luke: …ok.

Din: Excellent, and here’s the custody agreement I drew up. Grogu drew the picture at the top.