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[imthepilot]

Galen's come down with some kind of flu so Bodhi took him upstairs and looked after him. After a steam bath to clear Galen's head and a few holo-vids, Bodhi tucked Galen into bed.

Bodhi didn't mean to come down to the bar this evening. With Galen tucked up in bed and the cats keeping an eye on him, Bodhi just meant to water his garden and got to bed himself.

But somehow he found his way down to the bar, sipping tea and looking pensive.

He also hasn't realised he's wearing his Porg print pyjamas.


{ooc: no warning for the OOM except for fluff and thoughtless words. Not related to IMDB flu, just the tail-end of a very slowtimed thread.}

[ting tag: Bodhi Rook}

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[ostro_goth]

There are more cats in the bar, this time clustered around Teja, who is sitting by the fire with his guitar, for a change.

Kyber's sister Nahts comes over to say hello and investigate the possibility of treats.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi reaches down to give her a little scratch. "Hello, Nahts. You've gotten big."

He spots Teja and gives him a nod. "Hi."

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings," Teja says. "Would you like to share some cider, as they make it in Gotland?"

Something only slightly stronger than tea.

[imthepilot]

"Thanks but I'm okay with tea. I should be going up to bed but-" He gives a distracted shrug.

[ostro_goth]

"There are worries upon your soul that you would not take to your companion there?" Teja guesses.

[imthepilot]

"Galen's not well. I left him sleeping with Myrrh and Kyber." Which doesn't answer the question.

[ostro_goth]

Which Teja knows as well. He looks at Bodhi, askance.

"And?"

[imthepilot]

Bodhi shrugs, playing with Nahts to avoid eye contact. "I made him up a steam bath, to clear his head. It was my grandmother's recipe. The scent- I didn't realise how homesick it would make me."

[ostro_goth]

Teja nods quietly.

"Famously, it is often such small things to open a wide gaze back, and bring all the tales of another life."

[imthepilot]

"And people long gone." He nods, blinking back the prickling of tears.

[ostro_goth]

"Your grandmother."

Nahts is trying to climb up on Bodhi, offering feline hugs.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi nods, gently scooping Nahts up to scratch her ears. "It was her recipe I made for Galen."

[ostro_goth]

"But are not many of your recipe hers?"

[iprotectyou]

"Porgs, huh?" Baze says, taking a seat next to Bodhi. The larger Jedhan has a pneumatic graver in one hand and a piece of a prod, or bow, in the other, the latter of which he forged himself from aluminum.

Bar provides him a glass of water without being asked, and a pointed reminder to drink it on a napkin. Baze sets his project down and takes a drink.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi frowns, confused. Then looks down at what he's wearing. "Oh, stars! I forgot I was wearing these. They were a gift-" He cuts himself off before he finishes the sentence.

[iprotectyou]

"You can say who gave them to you, it's okay," Baze says, etching a flourish into the soft metal with the graver.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi shrugs and huffs a tired laughs. "It's not like anyone else knows or notices what I wear to bed. Unless I forget and come down to the bar wearing them, of course."

He looks at the metal, head cocked. "That's fine work. Are you making a lightbow?"

[iprotectyou]

"Good guess," Baze says, adding a small spiral to the most recent engraved design.

"This is the second iteration. I had to start over once already."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi shrugs again. "We're the only ones here who've have seen one before, O guess." There's a sadness to his voice tonight.

He sips his tea, gesturing to offer to order Baze some. "What happened to the first one, if you don't mind me asking?"

[iprotectyou]

"I'm fine with water, thanks," Baze says, and set his graver down to take a gulp of said drink before Bar reminds him to drink more.

"Nothing happened to the first one. I'm reluctant to go into particulars, but I broke a prohibition, and so had to scrap the first one and start over."

Baze hears the sorrow tinging Bodhi's voice, but doesn't know how to address it yet. The larger Jedhan has never been very good at listening to other people's problems--save Chirrut.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi gives a placating gesture to show he won't push or ask.

He sits in silence for a long moment, content to watch Baze work. "Does it help, with the homesickness?"

[iprotectyou]

"A little, yeah," Baze says, brushing metal shavings off his work.

"Chirrut's lightbow won't be the only one anymore. That helps."

Baze tries not to think about where the other lightbows from the temple--the ones that weren't properly hidden away, anyway--ended up: likely decorating the offices of mid-level Imperials on Coruscant.

[imthepilot]

"Makes sense." Bodhi nods, his voice soft and a little rough.

"Will it be different to Chirrut's? Other than bigger. I guess it needs to fit your hands."

[iprotectyou]

"Oh, yes, every lightbow is different, except for the basic firing mechanism and construction. Forestock, two barrels, stock--each lightbow has all the same parts, but each one is decorated differently, and made out of varying materials," Baze explains, scraping along the soft metal. The engraver slips, and he sets it back to rights.

"Mine will be made of steel, aluminum, and ironwood--all of which I've forged or, in the case of the wood, plan to chop down myself."

[imthepilot]

"Made from this place." Bodhi mused with a sad sigh. "I guess that makes sense too. This is where we are now. Now that-" Now that Jedha is gone.

"Sorry, do you want me to leave you to work?"