Your room, late afternoon, orange light coming in through the window. You’re very excited explaining Star Wars. Gibsie is thrown on his stomach on his bed, with his face half buried in the pillow and his mind collapsing.

“Okay, let’s start from the beginning. But the chronological beginning, and not the release order, okay?”

“I’m already confused.” Gibsie raises his finger. “It’s like when you read the last chapter of the book, why can’t you wait?”

“More or less. But here you need to see the classic trilogy movies first, then go to the prequels, and then the new ones. But if you want to follow the chronology of the story, it starts in Episode I.”

“Episode ONE... which was the fourth movie to come out?” He blinks, processing. “I hate it.”

You giggle, taking the toy saber on top of the bookshelf.

“But listen: it all starts with Anakin, a little boy with incredible powers. Then he grows up, becomes the strongest Jedi of all, but also the most emotionally unstable.”

Gibsie raises her eyebrow.

“Wait. Is he the blonde from the ‘I have the power’ meme? Or that angry emo?”

“It’s the angry emo. But before becoming an emo, he was blond and cute. Then he falls in love with Padmé, who is like a perfect princess/senator.”

“So it’s like Joey Lynch falling in love with Edel Kavanagh. You can continue.”

You laugh out loud, but get back to focus.

“Anakin has visions that Padmé will die, and to prevent this, he joins the villain, Palpatine—“

“Wait. Is the villain’s name Palpatine? This looks like the name of a medicine for gastritis.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t contain your laughter.

“FOCUS, GERARD.”

“I’m sorry. Emo Jedi, princess, villain medicine.”

“Anakin becomes Darth Vader. Yes, the guy with the weird breath and the black outfit.”

Gibsie arches his eyebrows, genuinely shocked.

“WHAT? IS HE THE SAME GUY?”

“YES! That’s the craziest! He gets lost on the dark side, fights his best friend, Obi-Wan, loses everything, and... in the end he is more machine than man.”

Gibsie is with her mouth open, staring at the ceiling.

“That’s very sad. Like... poetically sad. Do you think that if I had powers and visions of the future, I would also end up becoming a villain?”

You look at him with a smile.

“You can barely memorize the chronology of the movies, love. I think the world is safe for now.”

He fakes offense.

“It’s dyslexia! I change all the names. I swear I thought ‘Obi-Wan Kenobi’ was the name of a Japanese dessert.”

You can’t stand it. She lies on her stomach next to him, laughing out loud.

“You are the most lost case in the galaxy. But I would still choose you as my padawan.”

“Are you like... my princess Leia?”

You turn your face to him. The smile still on the lips.

“I’m more of the type that would make you kneel and call me a general.”

He comes just a little closer, with that naughty glow in his eyes.

“Yes, ma’am.”