"Yeah, you teach, so you're a teacher. That is what I said." He teaches entire classes without anyone else's help. He's a teacher, end of story.

Galen looks positively chuffed to be called Dr Erso again and a smile touches his expression, softening the natural solemnity that his daughter had inherited as a resting expression. It's not resting bitch fast, but it's close.

"I trust your flight wasn't too exhausting? Lyra's brought food to your rooms already since Jyn never seems capable of sitting up at the table long enough to finish a meal." Jyn makes a face at her father's teasing, nose wrinkling. He is not wrong but she's been here four minutes and already her jetlag is being dragged.

"Why rooms plural, he's staying with me..?"

"I know, Stardust, but I thought he might like a room to hide in when the jetlag hits you tomorrow."

Wow. Jyn gapes. Dragged twice in thirty seconds. Her mouth shuts. "Valid point. Rude, but valid."