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[childofrebellion]

Cassian's sitting at a booth cross-referencing names and images from recent intel that he's pulled from the Empire. His caf's going cold beside him as he marks another name down as captured or dead. This is a job he takes on because he's one of the people who gets close enough to get the intel and providing answers is what he's supposed to do. He just wished that so many of them weren't awful.

Later in the evening, he goes back to the kitchen to make himself some chilaquiles. His work hasn't given him the time to be in a kitchen and he's missed cooking.

(OOC: Find him at a booth or in the kitchen.)

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[phantasmal_resplendent]

Lup wanders into the kitchen, looking to fix herself something to drink.

She sniffs the air, and notices the human cooking. "What's that you're making?"

[childofrebellion]

Cassian looks over as he takes a saucepan off the stove and pulls the tortilla chips from the fryer, "Chilaquiles, a dish with eggs, tortilla chips and green salsa."

[phantasmal_resplendent]

"Cool." Lup sniffs again. "Smells kind of spicy."

She can remember her aunt cooking this kind of stuff. It makes her feel a bit nostalgic.

[childofrebellion]

"It is, especially the salsa. Do you want some? I always make more than I can eat,"

Part of why he likes cooking in Milliways is that he can share what he cooks.

[phantasmal_resplendent]

Lup breaks into a smile, pleasantly surprised at this stranger's generosity. "Yeah, that'd be great!"

[childofrebellion]

"It won't take too long to put it all together. I'm Cassian," He says with a nod as he gets the eggs going.

[phantasmal_resplendent]

"I'm Lup."

She glances over at the stove.

"You need any help?"

[childofrebellion]

"If you could grab two plates that would help," As he has his hands full at the moment.

[phantasmal_resplendent]

"Sure."

Lup wanders to the cupboards and gathers a few plates.

"So, you been coming to Milliways long?"

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, I have. I think over a year now, time can be strange between here and my galaxy. What about you?" He doesn't think he's met Lup before.

[phantasmal_resplendent]

"Well...it's been a year or two for me since I first came here, but it looks like it's been a few months by this place's time? I remember that pamphlet saying time worked a little differently here."

[childofrebellion]

"It does. I've never found it to be equal in my case," Sometimes the time difference catches him more than others.

[phantasmal_resplendent]

"It's a little weird. But it's kind of nice to have something consistent to fall back on, you know?"

Lup sets the plates down. "There you go."

[behind_me]

"What are you making?"

Gamora stands in the door, her head tilted curiously. She had been just looking for something to eat from Bar, and followed her nose to the kitchen.

[childofrebellion]

"Chilaquiles, they're almost ready, they're tortilla chips, eggs, green salsa and cheese," He's putting everything together as he answers her.

[behind_me]

"They look good."

She's not expecting to be offered anything, but as she's here she comes in to join him at the table, sitting as she always does, with her left side to the room.

"How have you been?"

[childofrebellion]

"Do you want some? Good, busy with work. How about you?" Cassian finds two plates and sets out two generous servings.

[behind_me]

There's a moment of startlement - again, still, after all this time, the casual generosity of people in Milliways can catch her unawares - and then she smiles, nods, and says: "Thank you.

"Not so busy. It's peaceful here, but there's also not much to do, other than explore the grounds."

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, it can get quiet if you don't have work to do. Have you been in the garage yet?"

Maybe she could find a project down there.

[behind_me]

"Not yet," she admits. "I'm no engineer."

No more than every person who lives on Terra and drives a car can call themself an automechanic, really.

"I may go down and look, though. Thank you for the suggestion."

There is one ship she may find down there after all. One ship she'd benefit from learning about.

She smiles again, and trying the chilaquiles, adds: "these are delicious."

[childofrebellion]

"I'm not either but I know enough to fix my ship and keep my co-pilot droid going. Thank you, they're one of my favorites to make,"

Also they remind him of his home planet.

[behind_me]

"Are they from your world?" Gamora asks, "Or something you learned here?

[childofrebellion]

"They're from my home planet, which is called Fest. I learned to make them when I was growing up,"

And now they're one of the dishes he makes when he has the time and ingredients.

[behind_me]

Gamora can't remember any of the food from her home planet. For a second she looks wistful, then she puts that thought aside, and leans forward.

"Do you visit Fest often now?"

[childofrebellion]

"No, not very often. My jobs don't take me out that way,"

He hasn't been back to Fest for many years and he mirrors her wistfulness with his own. The Rebellion is his home now.