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[iprotectyou]

Baze 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.

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[ostro_goth]

"I'm sure they hated it when their hairstyle failed," remarks little Egil, walking into the kitchen with two cats in tow. "Pyrrha does."

[iprotectyou]

Baze turns to him, shocked at such an adult sentiment coming from such a squeaky voice.

"Hoi, Egil. May the Force of others be with you! Thanks so much for your help when I was tiny."

[ostro_goth]

"That was fun!" Egil says. "Fry and Brooke and Coral were little, too, and I got to carry them in a basket. I was a foxbus, like the catbus, you know?"

[iprotectyou]

"A foxbus? I'm not sure I understand," Baze says, stirring his smelly wheat paste.

[ostro_goth]

"Like the catbus," Egil says. "From Totoro! But I'm a fox not a cat, so I was the foxbus when I gave them a ride in my basket."

[iprotectyou]

"Catbus?" Baze says, blinking at him.

"What's a bus?"

[ostro_goth]

"A big car in which many people can ride," Egil says. "But the catbus is magically a cat outside and a bus inside, and Totoro and Satsuki get to ride it."

[iprotectyou]

"Oh," Baze says, not quite getting how a cat can be a car.

"And you're a fox?"

[ostro_goth]

"Yes!" Egil says. "My mum is a white wolf. When she's here, she teaches me about hunting and things."

[is_the_motion]

"Whatcha doin' honey?" Bonnie asks, coming through to the kitchen.

[iprotectyou]

"Hoi, Bonnie! May the Force of others be with you!" Baze says, turning to her with a grin.

"I'm making wheat paste for fireworks."

[is_the_motion]

"They ain't goin' ter kids are they?" Bonnie asks. "Guppy's younger daughter's got 'em stashed all over the place, it's stressin' the poor guy out."

Not that that takes much.

[iprotectyou]

"What? No. I wouldn't give fireworks to kids, unless I planned to watch them, and I don't have any desire to watch a child blow a hand off," Baze says, his brow creased.

"Who gave Guppy's daughter fireworks?"

[is_the_motion]

"Wilford apparently." Bonnie says. "What's the occasion?"

[iprotectyou]

"That sounds like something he'd do," Baze says, harrumphing. He brightens at Bonnie's question.

"No occasion, but I'm making fireworks just in case I find a good reason to set them off. Maybe a summer party by the lake."

[is_the_motion]

"Oh summer would be lovely. I'm sure the garden here is colder this year." Bonnie says. "Maybe it's the culture shock from LA."

But perhaps it's just how it feels on her chest.

[iprotectyou]

"Oh? Is LA warm?" Baze asks, turning to stir his smelly wheat paste.

[i_am_your_host]

"That sounds exactly like something I would've sung at the Kit Kat Klub," Emcee remarks wryly as he leans against kitchen door frame.

He usually doesn't come by the kitchen -- it was the singing that drew him to it. And while there are often good, wholesome smells emanating from it, now is not exactly one of those times.

[iprotectyou]

Baze does a double-take-glance over his shoulder, and beams.

"Emcee! May the Force of others be with you!" Baze says, raising a gloved hand to wave. He turns the heat down on the malodorous wheat paste, and then gestures to Emcee to invite him farther inside, should he choose to come.

"So, you sang drinking songs at your club?"

[i_am_your_host]

"Yes, occasionally, though it was more about the coy boy toys and the girls unfurling their curls than the drinking," he replies with a chuckle. "You know, I must say, for someone for whom innuendo is a lost cause, you certainly seem to enjoy the sound of naughty words."

Hands in his trouser pockets, he ambles inside, stopping a little bit away from the stove. He stands on his tiptoes and peers at what Baze is concocting.

"What in the whole wide universe are you making?"

[iprotectyou]

"It's a fun song! I like the rhymes and rhythm," Baze says, grinning. He scrapes the edges of the pot with his spatula, tipping the saucepan to show Emcee the white concoction.

"This is wheat paste for fireworks. I could just order it from Bar, but I'd rather make it myself. More fun this way."

[i_am_your_host]

"How utterly pure of you to say," he laughs, "but it's true. It's no wonder that I sang such songs when I was a child, not understanding half of what they meant, but knowing that they were a sure way to get adults to toss me a few coins in amusement."

Emcee delicately wrinkles his nose and drops back down to his heels.

"I had no idea that cooking was involved in the making of fireworks."

[iprotectyou]

"Pure, huh?" Baze says, also laughing.

"I'm glad you managed to get fed from your singing voice."

Baze opens the container of salt, and begins to stir some into the wheat paste.

"Yeah! The making of the fireworks' stars involves a lot of mixing, if not cooking. And the wheat paste can't be made without boiling. So there's some skill involved, but anyone can learn how to do it!"

[i_am_your_host]

"I rather think the praise was for the content more than the quality," he says smirking.

"How fascinating! I'm sure anyone can learn, though not everyone would have the patience or industriousness to go through the process. Though speaking of content and quality, I quite enjoyed your fireworks show at your birthday party, so all your hard work indeed pays off."

[iprotectyou]

"Probably, but you do sing beautifully now. Must have been all that practice," Baze says, stirring the wheat paste with a clockwise motion.

"I appreciate the compliment, thank you! I had a lot of fun with the fireworks show. It was originally for Chirrut, but other people seem to have enjoyed it, which is great. Graverobber brought a fire extinguisher."