Rila: I have no idea why when I write these, I get the impression that they're married, or at least implied to be. You know those couples who aren't actually married but act like it? Yeah, like that. :P HELP ALL THE FLUFF IS TAKING OVER HALP SILLY CRACK/FLUFF BEFORE ANGSTIES AGAIN~
Disclaimer: I've had something like that happen before. I was trying to open a can of tomato juice - one of those big cans - and I pressed down too hard on the lid, and it splattered all over me. I laughed after the fact, but it was a hassle to clean up.
Word Count: 568
Chapter Description: She was not attempting to cook again.
Cooking was not Ahsoka's forte, but she found herself at the stove, carefully stirring the slowly bubbling liquid in the battered pot. It was a far cry from what others who dedicated their lives to culinary advancements would have made, but Ahsoka was happy that it seemed to be a decent color and smelled nice enough to make her stomach grumble.
Glancing down at the pot, her weight shifted from one foot to the other before she lifted the spoon. Steam curled off the surface, and she eyed the small amount. Surely Rex wouldn't mind if she tasted it first - after all, that was what people who cooked usually did, right? To make sure it tasted alright?
It was solid enough reasoning for Ahsoka to lift the spoon to her mouth. The taste was not as rich as the color implied, though it was pleasant enough. The spice blended and complimented nicely, and her mouth curved.
Placing the spoon down, she reached for the last ingredient. The metal was cold beneath her fingers, and it was as she was attempting to open it that Rex walked into the kitchen, and she glanced up.
"What are you doing?" he inquired.
"Making food," she answered, and he shook his head, despite the fact that there was a smile spreading across his lips. Her lips quirked in response before she turned, frowning as she struggled with the can. "Now if I could get this open-"
The top of the can, thinner than the rest of it, suddenly buckled beneath the pressure and the contents sprayed everywhere, covering both her, the counter, and the floor with droplets of watery red. Shoulders hunched in surprise, Ahsoka grimaced at the feel of the substance sliding down her skin. She glanced over at the counter and groaned, shaking her head. "Look at this mess."
"We'll clean it up." Amusement was clear in Rex's tone, his mouth curved upward as he approached her, taking one of her hands into his. "First off, you need to go get cleaned up."
He turned, intent on pulling her out of the kitchen. Unfortunately as the floor was splattered with the sauce as well and the floor did not have traction, gravity took hold when Rex's footing faltered. Ahsoka tightened her grip in an attempt to keep him upright, but as he was heavier than she was, they both ended upon the floor.
Half on the floor and half on Rex, Ahsoka watched him, concerned. "You okay?" He nodded, and a smile appeared on her face as she reached up, wiping some of the sauce from his face. "Looks like we both need cleaned up now."
