"A balcony, you say? That sounds promising. I've always wanted to look down at all the commoners while drinking alcoholic beverages." When she mentioned saving some of the wine Neta had left them, he nodded with a chuckle, responding:
"Well, I suppose we can just get some of our own, eh? Start making this a home?" When the words came out, a slightly pleasant jolt of nervousness flicked across his mind. Home was a concept that he had wanted to share with her for a few months now, but he realized now, with her head on his chest, bodies close together in embrace, that home wasn't ever going to be narrowed to a place. It was wherever she was. 

He drew her closer, kissing her on the forehead before he suggested:
"I say we watch the sunset...and then afterward ensure that the dogs haven't gotten into too much trouble without us."

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It wasn't the dogs that he had to worry about, as he soon realized the following day.

It was clothing "stylists" located in the higher end shopping district of Coruscant that had been recommended to them by one of Saresh's aides upon Yerbol soliciting some advice on where to purchase attire for the evening's ceremonies. He had faced down some of the toughest threats that the galaxy had ever seen, been tortured, wounded, stabbed, shot at and almost frozen to death...and yet these stylists would be the death of him. He knew it the moment they walked into the shop the aide told them about("Galactic Style"), the duo separated quickly so that Aria could try to be convinced to purchase clothing while he would be fitted with vestments. The stylist he received could've been a Sith Lord:

"Try this on! No, not that close to the chest, let's remeasure!"
"Your back is just too big to pull that off! Try this!"
"Ugh! Your style is atrocious! Come, undress and try this on instead!" 

After the barrage of outfit choices, Yerbol managed to find a simple three piece suit with aqua blue shirt and tie that complimented his eye color almost perfectly, prompting the Champion to begrudgingly acknowledge the "skill" of the stylist. Thankfully they were able to get out of the shop with enough time to casually stroll around this wealthier part of Coruscant arm in arm, the duo managing to blend in rather well with the other couples that occupied the shopping district. 
"This is so...normal." He quietly remarked, looking down at his partner with a smirk.
"I could get used to normal." 

Their streak of normalcy continued well into the evening as they got ready for the signing ceremony, Yerbol almost forgetting the magnitude of the event until he overheard the Galactic News Network proclaim that there would be a "private signing event that will herald a new era for relations between government and Force users." He adjusted his tie as he walked into the living room and turned the monitor off that he had left on for some reason that didn't come to mind, gulping back some anxiety that formed in his throat. That anxiety quickly melted away when he saw his lover appear in the doorway, her ensemble making her...
"You're practically glowing." Taking her arm, they found a taxi to the tower and chuckled at political customs, Yerbol saying after a brief interlude in their laughter filled conversation:
"Let's hope I too can live up to those standards. Your mother may not have approved of you falling in love with a guy raised on a rebuilding planet with little to no political customs or decorum...although I think I could've won her over." 

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The atrium had been crammed with politicians, reporters, media personalities and others who Yerbol assumed were powerful enough to attend a closed signing ceremony where the Chancellor would make a personal appearance, but thankfully he and Aria were seated just far enough away from the podium and table in front of it that the Elders and Saresh sat at to sign the treaty. As the evening began, Saresh commented on the gravity of the agreement, the new chapter that was being written in galactic history that would herald new and welcomed changes benefiting all peoples. Both Matt and Aliel echoed those sentiments along with the Champions, who spoke in similar terms(although much shorter in length) before the treaty was signed and clapping thundered through the atrium, the tower itself seeming to rumble in approval. After one of the aides announced the closure of the evening, Matt and Aliel approached the Champions, the former telling them:
"We'll hope to see you both on Zinuthra as soon as you're ready." He then added with a teasing smile:
"Which will hopefully be soon. The younglings could use role models to look up to that aren't...well, my age, anyway." 

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"Oh come on, you didn't like getting your picture taken after every five words that came out of your mouth?" He jested, patting the hounds on the head as he walked to their bedroom and began to shed his apparel, asking as he did so:
"So why don't we head out to Alderaan tomorrow? We got put on mandatory vacation and I can't think of a better place to go to than Alderaan. I don't think the place ever has a bad day climate-wise. Even when house Ulgo was trying to rip the planet apart, it was still so bloody gorgeous...well, minus the bodies. And the killiks." He glanced at Aria as she came in, clearing his throat a bit before he said with a small smirk:
"There are a few places on the planet where we can actually get away, where no one can hear us do...things. Of a noisy nature." 

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Alderaan was just a few short hours away, which was good, considering that when they called Neta on their way there, she excitedly told them that she would meet them at the newly minted Organa Spaceport the MOMENT they landed. It was amusing to the Champion how at one point she had tried to get rid of them and desired nothing more than to wash her hands of their existences, but now she was EAGER to see them. That eagerness was visualized upon their docking into the spaceport and walking down the ramp to find a red-headed woman just a few feet away, clad in a simple green short sleeved shirt and beige shorts, smile beaming with excitement. 
"It took you THIS long?!" She nearly shouted as she threw her arms around Aria, squeezing her tightly before applying the same gesture to Yerbol. 
"Man alive I've missed you two...and I know you've missed me. Obviously." 
"Well..."
"Just say yes. Don't start with me right now, sweet cheeks. I'm not afraid of you, Mister Champion." He chuckled, placing a hand on her arm.
"We've missed you far more than I think you realize. Really. It's good to see you." She wedged herself between the two and linked one arm with Aria and the other with Yerbol.
"I think it's high time we caught up. And we'll do it at my place. Got great views of the mountains, nice trails to walk on and not a neighbor in sight for at least half a mile...paradise manifested into reality, kiddos." 

The angular passenger vehicle that Neta brought was much wider than a speeder, able to accommodate up to four people rather easily. Although there wasn't a roof, the sides were just high enough to where one didn't feel like they would be jolted out upon the slightest bump, which was nice considering that Neta drove off the main path after a few minutes and up through a winding trail that cut through dense thickets of trees. To Yerbol's relief, they made it out("Oh come on, honey, that was nothing!") to the other side and found themselves on a soft slope that led upwards. On their left the slope extended into the distance and downward again, putting a snow-capped mountain range on display. At the top of the slope was a two story home made of solid brick, windows allowing a glimpse into the warmly colored interior. At the doorway stood a boy and girl, their hair color betraying them as Neta's children. 
"Vivi, Iris, come here and say hi!" The boy came forward as they got out of the vehicle, his face cracking into a smile as he pointed at Yerbol:
"You're way bigger than on tv!" 
"Well...hello?" 
"Vivi, introduce yourself like a normal human being please." He coughed a moment before extending a small hand outward.
"My name is Vivi Orso! What's yours?" He then whispered to Neta: "I know his name already!", prompting a shushing from his mother. 
"I'm Yerbol. It's nice to meet you, Vivi." Iris trailed along hesitantly, looking at the male Champion with caution before spotting Aria and smiling. 
"You're Aria, aren't you?" She skipped ahead, looking up at the female Champion.
"Mommy says you're wicked awesome. That you can...use the Force?"