Bespoke Armor

You claim I'm fighting the Mandalorian. Ridiculous, but I don't leave tactical gaps to chance. If I'm facing beskar, standard plastic plating won't cut it. I raided the candy dish on the low table and salvaged a heavy sheet of silver foil from a chocolate coin. I wrapped and pressed it tight over my chest plate with my knuckles, smoothing down every jagged corner until it caught the lamp's glare like forged steel. Dual blasters locked in both grips, fully shielded. Let whatever bounty hunter or blue pest lurks in the shadows step up; I hold the perimeter.