A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. Now, more insanity leaking out of my brain!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.
Cooking Time
Qui-Gon Jinn was sitting in the kitchen, reading something, when his twelve-year-old Padawan, Obi-Wan, burst through the doors.
He immediately started rummaging around in the cupboards, pulling stuff out, putting it on the countertop, and slamming the doors shut.
Qui-Gon watched in bewildered amusement before asking Obi-Wan what he was doing.
"Cooking," the boy answered, pulling out a large bowl and a spoon.
Obi-Wan's Master raised an eyebrow in question. "Cooking?" he asked, in case he had heard wrong.
"Yeah. Someone just gave me this great recipe for some sort of spicy chicken rolls, and I really want to try it." the Padawan carelessly dumped some flour in the bowl and left the bag on its side, spilling white powder onto the gray metal counter.
Qui-Gon was still confused. His Padawan, cooking?
He decided to sit by and supervise, taking care that the boy didn't make too big of a mess. Obi-Wan dumped some chili powder into the flour and mixed it, then added water and a few other spices.
He left that sitting as he went to make some dough, putting flour and water into a bowl and mixing, then rolling it out and cutting it into inch-wide strips.
His Master had put the chicken into the oven, and Obi-Wan took it out carefully, cutting it and putting it on a plate.
He took the strips of dough, spread some of the flour and spice concoction on them, then put a few small pieces of meat onto them. One by one he rolled them up carefully, putting them onto a cookie sheet to be put in the oven to warm. He sprinkled cheese over the tops and then stood there staring at them for a moment.
"What am I forgetting?" He asked himself. Then he remembered. He ran over to one of the cupboards and pulled out a bottle of hot sauce. Qui-Gon sat close by, alternately reading and watching his Padawan.
Obi-Wan opened the bottle of hot sauce and tried to get it to come out. He shook it hard, but not a drop came out. Finally he just started shaking it wildly over his head.
Qui-Gon looked up from what he was doing just in time for a few drops of hot sauce were freed from the bottle and landed on his face. A few drops went up his nose, and he stood there for a moment, his nose burning like crazy, before he sneezed. He sneezed five times before the burning sensation had gone down.
Obi-Wan stood near the counter, hot sauce in hand, looking guilty.
"I'm sorry, Master," he said in a small voice.
Qui-Gon went over and put a hand on the shoulder of the boy. "Next time, Obi-Wan, ask me to handle the hot sauce."
While his Master went to wash his face, Obi-Wan sprinkled hot sauce over the little rolls, stuck them in the oven, and waited impatiently for the timer to go off.
Ten minutes later, they were both seated at the table, munching the spicy chicken rolls.
A/N: Just a random pointless little story.