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[iprotectyou]

Grapes. Pomegranates. Raspberries. Pineapples. Papayas. Pears. Strawberries... Not to mention the cheeses, chocolate, and glasses of wine.

The two infamous Jedhan residents of the bar lounge at a table today, enjoying a selection of fresh fruits--which were never available to them in life. Baze's favorite so far is the watermelon. It's just so juicy and sweet, and he's always preferred the color red.

Chirrut is currently trying to catch grapes in his mouth that Baze lobs at him. Most ping off his nose or forehead.

"Your aim is terrible." Chirrut laughs as another one of the delectable little fruits bounces off his cheekbone.

"Shut up, brat," Baze grumbles, pitching a handful at his friend's face.

They can be talked into sharing.

(OOC: Warnings for wholly inappropriate shenanigans involving discussions of Chirrut's stick in the Baze-Chirrut thread, due to Bonnie's one-year-old's mistake in speech.)

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[idontneedluck]

"Stop hitting me in the nose, and I will." Chirrut retorts as a grape bounces off his forehead. "Or I'll hit you with my tit when you get worse."

[iprotectyou]

Baze throws his head back and guffaws, slapping his knee. "You and your precious tit. Do you need help wiping it down when we get back to the room?"

[idontneedluck]

"Mmm, you always do handle it right." Chirrut grins. "When I'm not hitting you in the face with it."

Like he just got hit with a grape. Honestly.

[iprotectyou]

"The key is slow, measured strokes," Baze says, almost somberly, except for his toothy smile. "I should get you some tassels for your tit. They would make it festive."

[idontneedluck]

"You don't think it'd be too ostentatious?" Chirrut asks, curiously. "I don't want it to be in everyone's face."

[iprotectyou]

"Just mine? I see how it is," Baze says, plucking up a strawberry and taking a giant bite out of it. "I always knew you favored me, in that weird way you do. And I suppose it might be too ostentatious, if you were shaking your tit in your hand."

[idontneedluck]

"But not so bad if it's just on display. I don't know, I might be able to live with that, if you really wanted wanted to see my tit decorated with tassels." Chirrut allows as he peels a banana.

[the_cupbearer]

From several tables over and from underneath a drawn-up hood, Ganymede just watches them, toying with the pen in his hand, hovering over a clean sheet of paper in a blank book. They seem amused, happy. He doesn't want to interrupt.

But he does, with a quiet-voiced chuckle and a paper airplane gliding peaceably over to them, inside which is written a note: I hope the ankle has healed well.

[iprotectyou]

Baze spots the paper airplane, watching it glide along invisible air currents to their table. He waits until it lands near Chirrut's foot, and plucks the plane up from the floor. Curious, he unfolds the paper, reads the note, and tries to fold the origami again--without much success.

"Chirrut, someone has sent us a note on a piece of paper in the shape of a ship," Baze says, creasing the edges of his prize. "The note says, 'I hope the ankle has healed well.' It's probably from Ganymede, as no one else but Ibani knew about your ankle, but I don't see him anywhere in the bar."

[idontneedluck]

"Should I try some of the tapdance moves I have been learning to prove my hale state?" Chirrut asks cheerfully, picking the latest grape out of air and eating it instead of being hit with it again.

[the_cupbearer]

Well. Ganymede could ball up a piece of paper and throw it in a slightly less meandering pattern to at least give Baze an area to narrow his location to. But he doesn't do that either.

"We call them paper airplanes," he says, loud enough for them to hear, but not so much that he has to pitch his voice to a shout. Ganymede does lower his hood, though. Makes it a little easier (and by that the narration means quite a lot, given his face and all) to spot him. "And if you've learned how to tap dance I will be very impressed."

[iprotectyou]

Ah, there he is! Baze is pleased that Ganymede has revealed himself. "Hello, Ganymede! May the Force of others be with you," Baze says, eminently cheerful, as he always tries to be in heaven. "This paper ship of yours is quite clever! And yes, Chirrut can really move."

[idontneedluck]

"Why is no one impressed with my normal dancing?" Chirrut asks, shaking his head. "I have been a good dancer for a long time."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi spots them, hesitant to come over. Even after making peace with Baze, he's still worried about Chirrut.

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut is cheerfully catching (or, alternately, dodging) thrown grapes, the rate of being caught rather terrible. Finally he starts catching them with his hands and throwing them back, all the while giving running commentary about how Baze's aim is absolute pants.

"Should we put these in a gun of some sort? Will that help? Surely it can't hurt."

[iprotectyou]

Baze also spots Bodhi, out of the corner of his eye, but the larger man isn't going to hail him until the boy is comfortable enough to come over himself. Baze is absolutely sure that Chirrut knows Bodhi is there as well, and if Chirrut isn't planning to call him over, then neither is Baze. Not yet. Bodhi needs to find his own courage.

"Maybe I should get some bigger ordinance," Baze says, his tone desert dry. "How about a pear? Those are relatively soft. If I hit you in the face with those, you won't bruise."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi screws up his courage and orders a plate from the bar. Sihan peaches and a sweet spiced cream. "Um, I thought- would you like some of these? To go with-" he puts the tray down, half expecting to bolt.

[idontneedluck]

"Bodhi." Chirrut greets, politely. Baze had told him about the unexpected apology, and the subsequent cuddling. He finds it a little hard to reconcile with a man who would accuse him of being a cold-blooded killer.

[iprotectyou]

Baze is a little more affable. A little. Chirrut being frosty isn't exactly a surprise, but Baze isn't quite certain how to address that yet. So he just lets his friend be.

"Thank you, Bodhi," Baze says, and tips his head in the direction of the spread on the table. "Did you want some?"

[last_kallig]

"Hello, Baze, Chirrut," Ibani calls as she comes through the door. (There's only so much time she can spend alone on ship with Khem Val without needing a break.)

"That's....a lot of fruit," she says when she catches sight of the table.

[iprotectyou]

Yay, it's Ibani! Baze is so pleased.

"Hello, Ibani!" he says, immediately getting to his feet. He crosses to her, and scoops her up into a firm embrace, lifting her off her feet. Then he sets her down, and moves his hands to her shoulders. "Yes, it is quite a lot of fruit, isn't it? By all means, try some with us! I love the watermelon. It's cold and delicious and red."

[idontneedluck]

"I still hold that you cannot taste a color." Chirrut replies, with the strain one's voice takes when this has been a bone of contention for some while. "Hello Ibani, may the Force of others be with you."

[last_kallig]

"You keep sweeping me off my feet!" she teases Baze as he lifts her off the ground.

"May the Force of others be with you," Ibani says to Chirrut before she reaches out to hug him.

"Thank you for the invitation," she says as she slides into a seat. "I'd never had fresh fruit before I found Milliways for the first time," she remarks as she tries to decide what to try first.

[iprotectyou]

Baze throws his head back and cackles. "Good! You deserve to be swept off your feet once in a awhile," he says, settling his armored bulk into his old chair, which is across from Chirrut's and near hers. "We'd never had fresh fruit before coming here, either. And if red did have a taste, it would be of watermelon. Would you like a glass of wine or water? Or anything, really!"

[idontneedluck]

"Wait, from what you've told me there's at least three other red fruits here and watermelon is what red tastes like?" Chirrut has a problem with this, he does.