Chapter six

Cooking

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Ahsoka's p.o.v

Ahsoka looked in a strange way to all the food that was displayed on the table. There were small packets, large packets and different bottles, which were filled with various colored liquids. Everything was so foreign, so unusual. It didn't even look edible... Things she really had never seen before.

"Okay, I really hope that there's something between this stuff that you'll like, because those are the only things that we have in store for the moment."

Ahsoka wanted to say something, but she bit her tongue to not do so…it wouldn't be meaningful anyway. "Well…if that isn't the case, I can always eat the dog."

Snows head shot up and her big, brown eyes narrowed, as if she had understood every word that Ahsoka had just said. Who knew…maybe she had.

Dawn shook her head frantically when she watched Snow: "The dog clearly doesn't agree with that."

"Fine…I bet she doesn't taste good anyway. There must be a strange taste to that white coat…it's just too white…and way too furry."

Dawn smiled and Ahsoka cast a smug glance at the dog, who made a high pitched sound and looked like she was bored by the fact that she couldn't take a bite out of the orange girl without getting punished.

Ahsoka was convinced that that was what the white animal wanted. And the least you could say was that she wouldn't let it happen. No white furred creature would bite her without getting its ass kicked.

"Okay, you and Snow aren't the best combination," Dawn said a bit absent. "Look…what do you think of this?"

She held up a bowl with cooled wisp-like food, which was covered in a thick large, red sauce.

"I prefer the dog…and that should say enough," Ahsoka said when she looked at the "food" with light disgust. Had they never heard of real food on this planet before? She was hungry, but with the sight of that stuff, it had immediately disappeared. She rather starved…

"Okay, no spaghetti…so…uh…what do you think of this? It's chicken," Dawn said while she grabbed a pack of meat. "I like it a lot…so perhaps you should give it a try?"

Chicken…that word was vaguely familiar. Ahsoka was convinced that she had heard of it before. Perhaps she had once read about it when she was in the library. Wait…wasn't that one of the animal species that the Ewoks of the moon of Endor kept as a source of meat?

"I believe we have chickens in our galaxy," she told Dawn. "But I've never tasted one. But there's a first time for everything."

"That's what I like to hear," Dawn replied, laughing, while she started to cook. She wasn't a real kitchen princess…but she was smart enough to know how to prepare chicken. Thanks to her mom's cooking lessons.

Ahsoka watched the scene with interest. And when the chicken drum sticks started to turn light brown, they spread a scent that made her stomach twist of the hunger.

It smelled delicious. So much better than Bantha burger!

Dawn grabbed some stuff out of the fridge and put two cooking pots on the cooking fire, while Ahsoka sat down at the dinner table.

After a while, the food was ready and Dawn quickly scooped the food on a plate, which she gave to Ahsoka.

She attacked the food like she was some kind of rabid Rancor…and before she even realized she had gobbled four chicken drumsticks. Force, why had she never tasted such a heavenly thing before?

"What are those vegetable-like things?" Ahsoka asked, when she threw a glance at the rest of the food on her plate.

"Those little, white grains are rice and the vegetables are peas. They are very tasty. You should try them out."

"Vegetables, you say?" Uh…can I skip them. Togruta's are carnivorous by nature. We aren't really found of vegetables."

"Of course," Dawn said, who apparently was a bit surprised with the news.

Dawns p.o.v

Okay, so, she was a meat eater. That, she had to remember for the next time. Dawn had to admit that she had never seen anyone eat in a way like that before. She had almost consumed a whole chicken in less than ten minutes. The girl had really been starved.

She cleared the stuff off the table and put it in the sink. She had to clean up first, before Esther got home and started wondering why the hell Dawn had prepared chicken. If she knew her mother well, then she would definitely do so.

"Do you need help?" Ahsoka asked, while appearing right beside her.

"Sure, I'll do the dishes and you'll dry," Dawn said as she threw a towel towards her new friend.

Ahsoka looked a little uncertain at Dawn, who guessed that she had never had to dry things off before…she had had technology to do it instead of her. At least, if she had ever done such kind of chore. Did Jedi have to do chores?

Ahsoka's p.o.v

When the dishes were done, the two girls returned to Dawns room. That was by far the safest place in the whole house. It was the only place where they couldn't be surprised by brothers or mothers who came home earlier than they had said they would.

Ahsoka sat on her chair again and Dawn sat cross-legged on her bed.

She had the feeling that there were still a lot of questions that she would have to answer, but the question she eventually got, she hadn't in the least expected.

"Ahsoka, your master…what kind of person is he?"

The question unintentionally hurt her a bit. She missed Skyguy more than ever. She missed his stubborn behavior, his irresistible tendency to get them in trouble (and his ideas to get them out of it again). She missed his bright blue eyes that reassured her every time that she felt a bit scared.

She missed him, but she also missed her friends in the temple. Force, she even missed 3po's annoying gibberish.

It was a void in her heart, a kind of loneliness that was difficult to suppress. It was painful to be reminded of it…and she was reminded of it pretty much any time of the day, since she had landed her.

"My master," she said thoughtfully. "Is stubborn and reckless…and he tends to bring us in trouble some…most of the time, only because he doesn't like rules. But he's also a devoted general and very loyal to people and friends. He's a great teacher and I couldn't imagine anyone better than him. I'm proud to be his padawan."

"Wow, it sounds like you may consider yourself lucky with such a teacher."

"I am," Ahsoka replied, while she felt a stab going right through her heart. She knew that she wasn't allowed to be attached to people…but she missed her teacher. He would at least have known what to do.

Ahsoka conjured a smile to prevent Dawn from seeing her grief.

"So…what's his name? And is he a Togruta? Just like you?" the earthly girl asked. She apparently hadn't noticed anything…otherwise she wouldn't have asked a next question.

"Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker. But I call him, Skyguy," she replied with a small smile. "And no, he's a human."

The shock on Dawns face couldn't have been any bigger. Her blue eyes had widened to two times as large as their normal size and her mouth dropped in astonishment.

"There are humans in your galaxy? As in real humans? Like there are on Earth?"

"Yes, of course. Nobody exactly knows where they come from, but the majority of all beings in the galaxy are humans."

"Perhaps they originated from Earth?" Dawn suggested.

"Perhaps," Ahsoka said, but she didn't dare to bet on it. The humans could have come from everywhere…there even was a slight chance that the people on Earth originated from the humans in their galaxy. Who knew…

After fifteen minutes of questioning, Dawns mother came back home from her shopping trip and a good half hour later Dawn left her for dinner. Ahsoka took the opportunity to do some meditation and so she sat down on the floor, cross-legged and with closed eyes, while she reached out in the Force and asked for help.

She tried to hold the images of the near future, which were flying through her mind, but she wasn't able to see any of them in a clear light.

Everything was blurred and she couldn't see who the people on the "pictures" were. The future was always in motion…just like the people on the pictures…it was uncertain…the same ways as her future was uncertain. But what wasn't there, you could make yourself. And she would make her future…she would control her destiny…

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