Mara: Oh man, oh man... what. the. kriff indeed... nope, things most definitely could not have gotten worse at this juncture than the Return of the (Not So) Unknown Doofy Poet. And oh, that poem, so pricelessly bad, so perfectly in the spirit of Mr. Lovestruck Rock-Gifting Mooka Pup: hair like Wookiee fur? Her head like a nest? Yoicks, that's right up there with King Solomon's "your hair is like a flock of goats" (Song of Songs 4:1)... I almost think that said Mooka Pup might have done better to stick with Brrruuns and "My love is like a dead, dead Wookiee"! Fantastic collaboration with Ewok Poet there—that was just priceless. I'm really glad none of Mara's teasy bunkmates were around to experience this... that just would have been more unneeded stress for Mara. Now this training session... yep, things have definitely gone from poodoo to poodoo. Luke is starting to scare me a bit with all this whining about how he can't do it, it's all too hard, it's impossible, etc.—but most of all with this surprise involuntary (!) rock attack on Ezra. I really do believe him when he says he didn't mean to—but that's what makes it reek of the Dark Side, because it shows that the negative emotions surrounding his perceived failure are juuust beginning to get out of control. And once again, Mara's clearly sensing that too, just as Yoda did: (And like he was in ESB, she too is talking pretty much to the Force itself.) Kudos to Mara for being forthright and telling it to Luke the way it really is about her relationships to both him and Ezra, despite all his "buts"—it's about time someone spelled that out for him in words of one syllable, and there's no one better to do it than her. But her worry is understandable too: an awkward situation has arisen that could have serious implications for Luke's training, especially given his Chosen-One levels of ability. But I'm glad at least that she doesn't seem to feel that it's in any way her fault, and I sure hope she will continue to feel that way—and that the Force will provide some answers soon! Luke: Cue tiny violin solo. Oh man oh man, of course his first reaction to blame his awkward unsuccessful first lesson on THAT ORNERY NERF-HERDING PRINCESS-SHOOTING JERK BRIDGER. And of course he continues to NOT GET THE MESSAGE, even when it was spelled out for him in words of one syllable—add to that his stubborn insistence that he is for sure THE BETTER JEDI. It all seems almost deliberate, and if it is, that too could be potentially indicative of the Dark at work. What will take for him to finally get the message? I fear it may be something unpretty for all of our heroes and heroines! This, however, in the meantime... ...is the stuff the blues are made of: Spoiler: Rocks at My Head My heart is heavy as lead, Because the Force has done sped Rocks at my head. Of all the Jedi I see Why do they pick on poor me And throw rocks at my head? All day long I feel pain, So how can I train With rocks thrown at my head? There's only two kinds of people I can't understand, There's only two kinds of people I can't understand, That's an emotion-shieldin' woman And a princess-shootin' man. He took Mara away And ain't goin' bring her back, He took Mara away And ain't goin' bring her back, He's lower than a mynock down in a sandcrawler track. They throw rocks at my head, They throw rocks at my head, Rocks at my head, They throw rocks at my head. Undertrained, overfed, Mara's gone, so instead They throw rocks at my head. Undertrained, overfed, Mara's gone, so instead They throw rocks at my head. (I know it's dumb, but I just couldn't resist—it was too perfect! See what all those all-caps can lead to? ) All that said, don't take too long in telling us what happens next, because there's definitely some darkness creeping into this romcom setting... and yes, Force, the ball's in your court on this one!