It's several hundred years in the future, and the New Jedi Order is once more caught in an argument with the now strong and unified Mandalore.
The argument? Who was the trophy husband: Mand'alor Din Djarin or Grand Master Luke Skywalker?
Grand Master Grogu refuses to weigh in because he thinks it's hilarious, and it makes his buirs crack up and roll their eyes respectively, whenever they come to visit.
Din: If someone came up to me ten years ago, and told me I had to buy a brand new ship with reinforced bulkheads because my riduur likes to "harmlessly tinker" and our ad'ika keeps trying to crawl into the plumbing, and that I've spent thousands of credits to jedi-proof everything, including padding corners a dozen feet up the walls because they float, and leave footprints on the kriffing ceiling, and that I eat frogs at least once a week to appease them, I'd say to you... "You mean somewhere out there I have a husband and child who love me? Where are they and can I go get them now?"
Shower thought turned into a diptych called "Aftermath of a Barfight on Niamos Started by a Baby Who Did Nothing Wrong Ever".
Two weeks of merch designs has me churning doodles out faster than ever. I'll post the finished stuff later in the week if I don't die from all the OT I have to work to make up for the long holiday weekend.