There was nothing the Supreme Leader couldn't do.
There was nothing Kylo Ren couldn't master.
He willed the grilled porg meat to evenly roast over a delicious flame and coated it painstakingly with a light honey glaze.
Tilting his head so slightly that only a few locks of his deep brown hair swayed off his shoulder, he levitated leaves of crisp greens over towards him.
He was going to make the galaxy's most delicious sandwich.
He rarely indulged in worldly desires, however cooking, was a secret pastime that he relished at being particularly excellent in.
With a quick, soldering buzz, he toasted slices of bread with his lightsaber and laid them out.
He quickly gripped the handle of a whisk and meticulously added seasonings to his sandwich spread, which he lathered on his toast.
A final, yet most important touch, slices of thick bacon adorned his sandwich. It was his favorite delicacy from planet Earth. How he survived eating anything without it in the depths of space, he didn't know.
He built his sandwich more carefully than he has ursped his empire.
He turned around triumphally, closed his eyes and took a huge bite of his masterpiece. A smile so wide his dimples hurt melted across his face.
"Are you gunna share or what?"
Ah, the Force Bond opens at the most interesting times.
