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Mar. 18th, 2018 12:52 pmBaze is in the kitchen today, heating a smelly concoction. With a smile on his face, he stirs the white flour and water together in a saucepan with a whisk, wearing rubber gloves--that he hates the feel of--on his hands. Next to him is a bottle of peppermint extract, a blue container of salt, and a box of Borax.
He's also belting out a bawdy drinking song at the top of his lungs, a song he's never understood completely--despite Chirrut's exasperated explanations--but knows all of the words to anyway. Once Baze gets to the lines like "the girls curls unfurl!" and the "coy boy toy grows, not shows!" he dissolves into giggles, unable to continue singing.
He's also belting out a bawdy drinking song at the top of his lungs, a song he's never understood completely--despite Chirrut's exasperated explanations--but knows all of the words to anyway. Once Baze gets to the lines like "the girls curls unfurl!" and the "coy boy toy grows, not shows!" he dissolves into giggles, unable to continue singing.

