"I do not always make a scene," Ibani replies, pouting.
The chef sets the tea down. "I'm so sorry about the tea earlier," the chef begins with his dangerous smile. "I hope this one will be more to your liking."
Ibani pokes the tea with the Force and nods to the chef. "It had better," she grumbles.
Strictly speaking, Ibani isn't supposed to know the hand signs that the Jedi use to communicate secretly. She's just hoping the Order is hidebound enough that they haven't changed the signs much in thousands of years.
What she signs is 'death for you, not me'. Ibani sips the tea while the chef hovers. Drains the entire cup, in fact. It's good tea! Also, laced with enough toxins to kill at least four normal humans.
The dangerous smile on the chef's face doesn't fade but there is a flicker of uncertainty in the Force from him. It should have worked by now.
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Date: 2020-08-13 12:12 pm (UTC)The chef sets the tea down. "I'm so sorry about the tea earlier," the chef begins with his dangerous smile. "I hope this one will be more to your liking."
Ibani pokes the tea with the Force and nods to the chef. "It had better," she grumbles.
Strictly speaking, Ibani isn't supposed to know the hand signs that the Jedi use to communicate secretly. She's just hoping the Order is hidebound enough that they haven't changed the signs much in thousands of years.
What she signs is 'death for you, not me'. Ibani sips the tea while the chef hovers. Drains the entire cup, in fact. It's good tea! Also, laced with enough toxins to kill at least four normal humans.
The dangerous smile on the chef's face doesn't fade but there is a flicker of uncertainty in the Force from him. It should have worked by now.