Written for the prompt "cake"
The mission had been remarkable for its unremarkability. The ion cannon's core unit was safely stowed without even a single blaster bolt grazing the Falcon's well-scarred belly. Spirits ran high on board, even as the ship's inhabitants steeled themselves to return to Hoth.
It was time, therefore, for cake, Chewie decided. And for an overdue mission of his own to complete.
Chewie set the container on the dejarik table.
Leia peeked inside, her eyes widening at the delicate array of bite-sized morsels nestled within.
"Chewie, are you sure you want to share these with us? Malla made these for you to enjoy."
"No, Little Princess, she specifically asked me to share them with you and Cub."
Leia, still navigating the basics of Shyriiwook, looked to Han for translation.
"Dig in, Princess, with compliments of the baker. You're gonna love 'em - no one can bake like Malla."
"Well, I will just take one."
"Please, Princess, you must try at least one of each. And tell me which you prefer."
Again, Leia's puzzled eyes went to Han as she wrestled with the meaning of Chewie's words.
"He wants to know which you like the best."
"I am sure I will love them all, Chewie," as she carefully selected one of each kind from the container. "Han, perhaps we should share each one so we don't impose too much on Chewie's generosity?"
"Nah, go ahead. Just give me a spiced bacaonut cream one - Malla always sends extra for me, 'cause she already knows my favorite."
Chewie watched as Leia daintily bit into each tiny cake and sank under the delicious spell of the delicacies made by the skilled and loving hand of his lifemate. He saw a similar look of pleasure transform Han's face as well, although whether this was due to the bacaonut cake he was eating or to the rare look of bliss suffusing Little Princess's usually serious face, he would not bet.
"Not sure what you did to rate Malla sending you treats, Your Worship," Han quipped between bites. "Maybe she is making plans for your Life Day."
"No, Cub, for your and Little Princess's Bonding Day celebration."
Han doubled over, spewing a cloud of sugar and spice into the air. Chewie chuckled as he pounded Han's back and motioned to Leia to hand Han his mug of caf.
Chewie watched Leia look between the pair of pilots, awaiting explanation of this last exchange between them. But there was only stony silence as her curious brown eyes darted back and forth between the hazel ones narrowed in a reddened face and his own greatly bemused eyes.
"Well please thank Malla for me, Chewie, and tell her I only hope to be able to taste these delicious cakes again one day."
"You will, Little Princess. You will."