Title: halfway, and before I even argue

Prompt: shell

Summary: Being from a desert planet, Luke lacks a certain degree of experience with seafood. Leia is happy to help.

This is also a fill for Nerdsbianhokie's Not Your Grandmother's Songfic Challenge. Which I'm doing over on Ao3 as Not Nerdsbianhokie's Grandmother's Songfic Challenge, because that flows better, a mon avis.


Luke's first experience of seafood is an experience. For both Luke and Leia. To some degree, Leia had intended it to be - desert plants were, after all, polar opposites of oceans in terms of climate, and Tatooine was hardly likely to import exotic foods when water was of such concern that it was farmed.

Luke is a bemused but eager student of her culinary knowledge. Leia is less so, but then, Luke doesn't have to watch himself eating. Her mouth runs on autopilot, playing back the lesson she and Winter had sat through together, at the summer palace, Aldera, the summer before they'd commandeered a pair of thrantas.

"One typically cracks open the carapace."

"Mhm?" Luke quickly swallows to give her his full attention. He's polite like that. Leia watches in fascinated horror. To the best of both their knowledge, Luke is human. And yet ...

"That's the part you just ate."

Luke blinks, chewing thoughtfully on another shell-encrusted bite, and swallows. "Good for your bones."

Not for my ears, Leia carefully draws on years of diplomatically surviving tedious functions not to say.