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Daisy zips up the trail toward home, grateful for how much faster the speeder is when it's not laden with supplies. Today, the only things weighing it down are her, the human passed out over the handlebars, and the unresponsive and immobile battle droid lashed carefully but inelegantly to the storage area.
Up ahead, there's a flash of red light. There's really only one thing that can be, this time of the morning.
"It's pretty important info if it's true."
Oh, that smells good even from over here. Sniff.
"I think I know what I'm talking about." She scoops a bit of chopped herbs up on the flat of the knife and deposits them in front of him.
"Well, you are kind of an authority on "cool", from what I've seen of you."
Ooh, herbs...he picks up a little pinch and inhales the scent, eyes closing briefly.
Heh. "I suppose."
Herbs're done. She gives him another quick hug before moving back to the kitchen.
Hugs are still great the second time. Who knew?
"...I wonder how new guy's holding up?"
"Yeah, me too." Chop chop mash mash mash. "I'm sure Daisy knows what she's doing."
"Yeah. Having his friend there has got to help, anyway."
He looks down at the little pile of bean shells he's left on the table, and carefully starts to lift one up telekinetically. The rest scatter a bit in random directions.
"Mmhmm. I'll check on them after we eat."
Speaking of which: soup. Creamy potato, with the beans mashed in for protein and a sprinkle of cheese and pepper on top.
Ooh! The bean shell, which he was carefully floating back and forth, flies off in a random direction and hits the wall with a small pap.
"Soup! I'm a fan!"
It seems like the thing to do is take a bite of soup.
...it is, in fact, delicious.
"I call bullshit! You're good at this."
"Ship food, maybe. I can't take much credit for the ingredients."
"Well, yeah, ship food can get pretty bad. Some of the stuff I ate while I was in training was almost worse."
"Well. None of that nonsense here, at least. I'm not a great cook but it's not that hard to just not screw it up."
He nods.
"Well...pepper still feels like a miracle sometimes, so maybe I'm not the best possible judge."
"Few years now. They had me, uh, 14 to 18, I was riding with Tycho and his crew about a year...and then I got my ship."
Nod. "Not too bad. My master found me a little younger than that, but he didn't turn out to be a dick until I was about your age."
"I mean, it's not really a comparison. I had it better than you until I didn't. I learned a lot of stuff from him."
(Yeah she will just ignore, uh, that.)
"Depends a lot on the master. I got really lucky with mine, he didn't care much about what I was doing so long as I was productive and not bothering the other apprentices too much. A lot of them have projects they expect you to help with, or specific ideas about what they want their apprentices to be, or things like that."
“Well, I probably would’ve been bad at that part.”
He’s never been great at being what other people want him to be.
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