Becoming Rey: Goats and Cookies

~Drabble, written in one sitting. Not beta'd. Written by a fifteen year-old who loves goats and Star Wars.

This oneshot is rated K. Basically, Leia is baking cookies and Rey wants a goat. Super short fic.

Pure fluff intended.

My first SW story, in fact my first story ever on this account. I may edit this later for formatting.

Disclaimer: I think it's pretty clear I don't own Star Wars. If I did, I'd be in the films!

Enjoy. -Elen

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Once upon a time, Rey was nine.

"Aunt Leia?" Nine year-old Rey sat on the counter, willing the oven to bake the delicious chocolate chip cookies faster.

"Hmm?"

"Can we get a pet goat?"

Leia raised her eyebrows. "A goat?"

"Yeah. Poe's mom got him a goat and if I got one too they could be friends!"

Leia laughed. "Where would we put a goat?"

Rey looked very seriously at Leia and replied, "Well, Poe lives on a farm, but we could put it in the living room!"

Leia laughed. "Let me get this straight. You want to buy a goat and keep it in the living room?"

"Duh." Rey sighed. "You should go to a hearing doctor or something, Aunt Leia. I think your brain is trying to tell you something."

"And what is that exactly?"

"You're old."

"What makes you think that?"

"Maybe you need to get your eyes checked too. My pediatrician could help you."

"Oh, really." Leia laughed, opening the oven to check on the cookies.

"Are the cookies done yet?"

Leia took them out of the oven in reply.

"Can I have one?"

"Wait for them to cool, Rey. They're too hot right now."

Rey groaned. "Can't you put them in the freezer or something?"

At that moment, Han decided to waltz into the kitchen and pick up a cookie.

"Han!" Leia yelled. "Wait for them to cool."

Han shrugged and stuck the cookie in his mouth, kissed Leia on the forehead and stuck his tongue out at Rey, who wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"How come Uncle Han can have a cookie but I can't?"

Leia glared at Han. "I told you to wait for them to cool."

Han threw his hands up. "I didn't do anything. Chewie did it!" He whispered, pointing to the cat, who was asleep on the couch in the living room.

Rey rolled her eyes. "Even I know Chewie's just a cat."

Chewie growled in protest.

Rey turned back to Leia. "So can I get a goat?"

"No, but you can have a cookie."

"A cookie? I thought they were too hot!"

"They were cooling while you were offending Chewie."

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