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By some miracle, Bonnie seems to have managed to be one of the few people in here that isn't sick.

So she's been in the kitchen, and has now come out with two large flasks, one of soup and one of hot lemon tea. She carries them into the bar and puts them on one of the tables.

"FREE SOUP AND HOT LEMON, COME GET IT WHILE IT'S HOT!" she calls out, getting some honey for people to mix in if they like.

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Baze, sporting day-glo orange spots on his cheeks and rainbow glitter-encrusted sleeves, makes a beeline for the soup.

"Bonnie, you're a miracle worker," he tells her, his voice raspy.

"Oh dear, look at the state of you." Bonnie says, getting some wet wipes to offer to him.

"Tea or soup or both?"

"Both, please," Baze says, accepting the wet wipes and unsuccessfully trying to get some of the glittersnot off. All the wipes do is seem to spread it around.

"What kinds of soup and tea are they?"

"This is chunky vegetable." Bonnie says. "And this is hot lemon tea, and there's honey if you'd like."

"Thanks, Bonnie," Baze says, setting the wipes down on the table and dishing up a bowl of soup.

"Did you make the soup yourself?"

"Sure thing." Bonnie says. "You poor things, it looks most unpleasant."

Baze is about to reply when a sneeze overtakes him, this time with neon pink glitter.

"Ugh. It is, but it's more inconvenient than anything. I hope you don't catch it!"

"I've come to realise in this place you'll probably catch everythin', best you can do is tend fer the sick until you get it yerself." Bonnie says.

"Well, you'll have to stay here until it blows over," Baze says, digging into the soup.

"Mmm, this is delicious. You're a great cook."

"Why thank you honey. Is Chirrut all right?" Bonnie asks.

"Chirrut's fine," Baze huffs, spooning more soup into his mouth.

"As far as I can tell, he's immune. Thanks for asking, though. I'll tell him that you worried about him."

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"Well if yer sick, we should look out fer him." Bonnie says. "Milliways is a community after all."

"True enough," Baze says, and stops speaking just long enough to finish inhaling the chunky vegetable soup.

"Ahh. That really hit the spot. Is there any way I can repay you?"

"No need." Bonnie says. "Bar gave me the ingredients when I said it was fer everyone."

"That was kind of her," Baze says cheerfully, setting the soup bowl aside and reaching for a cup of tea.

"And it was kind of you to make the soup in the first place. If you get sick, I'll be sure to return the favor."

"Oh that's very sweet of you, thank you. Do you want some honey fer that?" Bonnie asks.

"Oh, please, that'd be great," Baze says, beaming. He offers her the cup. "I'd never had honey before I came here. Ganymede gave Chirrut and me some honey straws, which are these little plastic tubes filled with the stuff. I couldn't get mine open."

"Oh honey is lovely." Bonnie says. "I don't keep bees myself, but we have a fair at home like the one here, but a lot bigger, so I always stock up."

"Oh, it hadn't occurred to me that people would sell honey at a fair!" Baze says, nodding eagerly.

"Ganymede has an apiary, so I bet he knows all about that."

"But if there's no bees in yer world, how do they fertilise crops?" Bonnie asks.

"Oh, we had bees," Baze says, shrugging.

"As far as I know, though, honey was produced by the Vashkan apidactyls and other insects. But Jedha never had crops; there wasn't enough water to grow any. We imported everything."

"Oh my, that's terrible." Bonnie says. "How did you get drinkin' water?"

"There were a few rare wells, but for the most part that was imported, too," Baze says, shaking his head.

He sneezes again, green glitter making an appearance. "Mostly we used moisture condensers and sucked water from the air, but there were no oceans on Jedha, so it wasn't enough."

Bonnie gets him a handkerchief.

"Was there a disaster there?"

Ooh, a handkerchief! Nice. Baze totally didn't even think of using one of these. He thanks her and wipes his nose, currently encrusted with rainbow glitter.

"No, it had always been like that," Baze says, shaking his head.

"Jedha was a cold, desert moon. It could barely support life, but people flocked to it anyway because of the temples, and the kyber."

"Kyber?" Bonnie asks.

"The kyber were crystals in tune with the Force, which is in turn an energy field that binds and surrounds all things," Baze says, beaming. He used to say all living things, but tje Force clearly binds him and Chirrut, and they're dead.

"That's what Chirrut and I did in life--protected the kyber."

"Oh my, that sounds like a worthy duty when you got to live somewhere with no water."

Baze laughs, which makes him sneeze again. This time, the glitter is gold.

"We certainly thought so! Our order was the Guardians of the Whills, and we lived at the Temple of the Kyber."

"Oh dear, it gets everywhere don't it?" Bonnie says, trying to mop the table up.

Baze ducks his head, more than a little sheepish.

"It truly does. We'll be cleaning up glitter for ages. I wonder where this disease even came from?"

"Lord knows." Bonnie says. "But it doesn't seem to be anything worrisome yet."

"No, not yet, anyway," Baze says, squinting through the haze of his headache at the multicolored glitter. He finishes his tea, and sets the cup aside.

"Ahh. Much better. Thanks again, Bonnie. I should probably go try to sleep this illness off. I'd ask for a hug, but I don't want to get you sick. May the Force of others be with you!"

"You take care and let me know if you need anythin'." Bonnie says.

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