Baze grumbles and crosses to the oven rack to pick up another cookie. That wasn't yours, Chirrut! Baze nibbles on his own delicately, trying to make the special treat last rather than stuffing it into his mouth like the other two. He slips Ibani another cookie, and then starts scrounging up dinner. "How are your classes going, sweetheart?"
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Date: 2017-06-23 12:11 am (UTC)