Smile
Cooking.
Rex parked the old speeder truck in the corner of the yard and hopped out.
Even from this far outside the little house, he could smell the welcoming aroma of cooking food. It brought a smile to his face. He had some fresh supplies for the two of them, as well as a few new parts for the house – they'd finally be able to properly repair the table they'd assembled, as well.
Ahsoka emerged through their new door, smiling broadly. "Welcome home!"
It was still a lot to take in. They'd been on the run half a year now, since Order 66 went out and the galaxy fell to pieces. They'd been on this little, pastoral moon for only a few weeks, trying to put together a house and build some kind of life for themselves out of the ashes.
He returned her smile, then glanced towards the house. "You're cooking?"
She beamed. "I thought I'd make dinner."
It'd been a long day. Ahsoka had stayed home to try to get their garden going, while he'd gone into town to pick up supplies. A good meal after a long day sounded like a great plan. He smiled down at her.
Then, the house made a noise that no house should ever make: BOOOOOM. SPLAT.
The two of them turned to look at the door. Rex paled a bit, but Ahsoka merely looked thoughtful, tapping a finger against her chin.
"Ahsoka, what was that?"
She frowned a little, still looking thoughtful. "It sounded a bit like the soup." She drifted back into the house, leaving Rex standing in the yard, staring. He had a bad feeling about this.
Rex was definitely going to have to learn to cook.
This was a crackish idea I had waaaaay back in the day when I was writing Pieces Between. Obviously, it's much too silly and ridiculous to fit into that story, so it wasn't included there. But this is why I had Rex doing most of the cooking in that story….
Anyway, the ficlets in this story are not linear, and they're also not related to each other (unless they are numbered). Also, they'll begin lengthening out again from here.
~Queen