Rex found himself looking into a glass full of frothy white liquid. He spun the cinnamon stick around in the drink, glanced around the room. A few politicians were scattered around the area, some of whom Rex recognized even with their costumes and their masks, but there were some that Rex was fairly certain were actually underworld criminals.

"Nervous?"

Rex didn't bother turning his head. He took a sip from his glass and said, "Not entirely."

"Well, you look nervous," Anakin replied. He was masked, like everyone else in this room, but Rex could make out his general's slight smile as he lifted his own glass. Filled with the same frothy white stuff. Only small sips, though, Rex noticed.

"Drinking on the job, sir?" Rex asked, looking down at the glass.

"We'd look suspicious if we didn't," Anakin said. "Don't worry—I hate this stuff anyways."

"It's not so bad," Rex commented, but he, too, was careful to only take small sips. It was warm, smelled of wintery, woodsy spices. Creamier than Rex would have liked, but not so creamy as to hide the alcohol. "Fancy though."

"They tend to be at these kinds of events," Anakin noted.

They both watched the politicians and the businessmen and the crooks for a little while longer before Rex asked, "And you've…had this before?"

"Eggnog?" Anakin grimaced. "Sure. A few times."

"Not the biggest fan?"

"Not really." Anakin took another sip, grimaced. "But we have to blend in somehow."

Rex nodded in agreement. Or, at least, they just had to stay blended in until Ahsoka got whatever it was out of the office of the person hosting this event.

"Would you prefer something else?" Rex asked. He looked around the room, where waiters and waitresses were silver trays of drinks.

"Nah," Anakin replied. "This is the best it's gonna get. But if you want something else…"

"No," Rex said quickly. "I'm fine with this."

Anakin nodded. He leaned back against the column, twirling the cinnamon stick in between his fingers. "Actually," he said after a while, "there's this one drink that I sometimes had as a kid."

Rex blinked. He looked at Anakin, whose expression Rex couldn't see under the mask. But Anakin didn't mention too much of his childhood—Rex had never asked, and Anakin never shared.

Rex waited.

"It's better than this stuff, that's for sure," Anakin said, tilting his head down at the glass.

"Can you find it somewhere?"

"Nah," Anakin repeated. "You have to make it."

More silence. Rex and Anakin both shifted away to avoid being jostled by a tipsy politician.

"You ever think about making it?" Rex asked.

Another pause, and Rex wondered if maybe he shouldn't have bothered asking that, but then Anakin said, "Maybe." Anakin lifted the glass to his lips. "You in?"

"Help you make something better than eggnog?" Rex asked, setting down his glass on a passing waiter's tray. "Count me in."

Anakin smiled.

A/N: This is probably more bittersweet than anything else, but hello, best part of being undercover at a party is probably talking smack about mediocre eggnog? I guess? (I say this acting like I've had mediocre eggnog while being undercover at a party...)

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