It wasn't that Ben and Ender didn't trust Fandom, but for the first weekend of their daughter's life, they weren't wild about being on an island with a history of weird weekends.

They'd just met her. They didn't want to re-meet her as a pony or a 20 year old or during a rain of tuna. After Ender's class, they'd headed to Naboo and then called Ben's father, who'd had much better Portalocity luck then they'd had (or, as Ben privately suspected, the name "Grand Master Skywalker" had a little more pull than regular old Ben Skywalker did).

He was arriving in a few minutes, and Ben was looking down at his tiny daughter in her portable crib and smiling. "He's going to love you," he murmured.

[OOC: For two!]