Kylo "Worst Disney Princess" Ren (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lostapprentice) wrote2035-01-06 02:37 am
lostapprentice) wrote2035-01-06 02:37 am
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I don't know.
[She's not moving anything, at least. Touching things, picking them up on occasion, opening drawers or cabinets, but she always puts everything back meticulously the way she found it.]
I've never asked before. [She doesn't seem embarrassed by admitting her ignorance this time, because it's not something she thinks she ought to know. She asked for the same reason she's poking around, honestly: curiosity.
Initial exploration of his dining room completed and the living room ruled out for now, Rey moves on to the kitchen. She's not nearly as thorough, though, only opening a few cabinets and drawers before edging closer to Kylo and peering around his arm at what he's doing.] It smells good, in any case.
[She's not moving anything, at least. Touching things, picking them up on occasion, opening drawers or cabinets, but she always puts everything back meticulously the way she found it.]
I've never asked before. [She doesn't seem embarrassed by admitting her ignorance this time, because it's not something she thinks she ought to know. She asked for the same reason she's poking around, honestly: curiosity.
Initial exploration of his dining room completed and the living room ruled out for now, Rey moves on to the kitchen. She's not nearly as thorough, though, only opening a few cabinets and drawers before edging closer to Kylo and peering around his arm at what he's doing.] It smells good, in any case.
[He supposes this is her way of getting comfortable, isn't it—poking her nose in everything and learning the environment, testing everything and trying to understand it. Hopefully now that she's done a bit of that, there will be less of it in the future.]
It's flavored with flowers of the same name. Or so I've been told.
[He's already filled the infusers with the leaves and put them in the cups, so Ren moves over to the faucet to put water in the kettle. Nothing is particularly remarkable about the process, though he does, of course, have high quality tea cups. If he's going to be forced to live here, he's going to get a few nice things here and there to make up for the suffering. Balance!]
It might be worth asking, so you know what you like. [Everything is not an appropriate answer at this point.]
It's flavored with flowers of the same name. Or so I've been told.
[He's already filled the infusers with the leaves and put them in the cups, so Ren moves over to the faucet to put water in the kettle. Nothing is particularly remarkable about the process, though he does, of course, have high quality tea cups. If he's going to be forced to live here, he's going to get a few nice things here and there to make up for the suffering. Balance!]
It might be worth asking, so you know what you like. [Everything is not an appropriate answer at this point.]
None of your business.
[His automatic, defensive response to Leia digging a little too deeply.]
You did what you came here for, I assume. [That and the way he half turns back towards the inside are clear indications he intends for her to leave. He does, however, pause to make sure she will actually leave, though he glances at the dish in his hand briefly, starting to consider opening it.]
[His automatic, defensive response to Leia digging a little too deeply.]
You did what you came here for, I assume. [That and the way he half turns back towards the inside are clear indications he intends for her to leave. He does, however, pause to make sure she will actually leave, though he glances at the dish in his hand briefly, starting to consider opening it.]
I like just about everything. ["Just about everything" is not "everything"! See, she has some preferences!
Rey takes Kylo's absence from in front of the tea cups as an opportunity to claim one as her own. Like with everything else, she pokes at the infuser, fiddling with the clasp holding it together. Struck with sudden curiosity, she waits until she's fairly sure his attention is elsewhere (because he'd surely judge her for it) and very quickly pinches a few tiny leaves between her fingers and pops them into her mouth.
And coughs. Not so much because of the taste, which is not overly remarkable, but because swallowing the dry leaves without enough chewing is, well. Dry. And a little bit pointy. Rey tries to cover it by continuing their smalltalk in the hopes that he won't notice, but her comment is punctuated by a few more coughs.]
I guess I'll have to [cough] come back [cough cough] so you can show me different kinds. [.... cough.]
Rey takes Kylo's absence from in front of the tea cups as an opportunity to claim one as her own. Like with everything else, she pokes at the infuser, fiddling with the clasp holding it together. Struck with sudden curiosity, she waits until she's fairly sure his attention is elsewhere (because he'd surely judge her for it) and very quickly pinches a few tiny leaves between her fingers and pops them into her mouth.
And coughs. Not so much because of the taste, which is not overly remarkable, but because swallowing the dry leaves without enough chewing is, well. Dry. And a little bit pointy. Rey tries to cover it by continuing their smalltalk in the hopes that he won't notice, but her comment is punctuated by a few more coughs.]
I guess I'll have to [cough] come back [cough cough] so you can show me different kinds. [.... cough.]
[Sorry Kylo, Leia's not about to actually leave just yet. If he does open the container, he'll find what's a less polished looking version of the same stew he's in the middle of cooking. It'll still taste good, probably, just not quite at the level his might. Too heavy on the spices, if anything.]
Is it honestly that much trouble for you to answer one question, Ben?
Is it honestly that much trouble for you to answer one question, Ben?
Yes, it is. If I give you an inch you'll take a parsec.
[He does actually pause to glance under the lid and take a sniff.
... it's a very familiar scent. He stares for a moment before lowering his eyelids and resolutely putting the lid back on. His lips thin for a moment at the sheer coincidence.
Even more reason not to explain. Kylo does, however, shoot her a suspicious glance.]
[He does actually pause to glance under the lid and take a sniff.
... it's a very familiar scent. He stares for a moment before lowering his eyelids and resolutely putting the lid back on. His lips thin for a moment at the sheer coincidence.
Even more reason not to explain. Kylo does, however, shoot her a suspicious glance.]
[Kylo is setting the kettle on the stove by the time Rey starts coughing, and it's enough to draw his eye out of curiosity. ... she looks distinctly like she's trying to hide something, and it's easy enough to tell what just happened with a glance at the cup she's standing right in front of.
What she's saying isn't even remotely worth responding to in comparison to what she's apparently done.]
What exactly did you think was going to happen?
[He's definitely judging.]
What she's saying isn't even remotely worth responding to in comparison to what she's apparently done.]
What exactly did you think was going to happen?
[He's definitely judging.]
[She turns in just enough time to catch that suspicious glance. It's the last thing she expected, especially after another anticipated refusal to answer her questions. She expected exasperation, or something more along those lines. Not suspicion.
She raises her eyebrows, meeting Kylo's glance with an incredibly confused look of her own.]
What is it?
She raises her eyebrows, meeting Kylo's glance with an incredibly confused look of her own.]
What is it?
[Rey freezes with the cup in her hand, and for a moment she seems torn between shame at being caught and defiance at his judgmental tone, the struggle flashing visibly across her face.
Truthfully, she doesn't know what she thought would happen because she didn't think. She was curious, and she acted on that curiosity. That tends to be how she operates, and she still isn't entirely sure if there's as much problem with it as others sometimes seem to think there is. But ultimately, she's not here to wallow in self-doubt or to bicker with Kylo, so Rey looks back at him quite seriously and says the most comfortably blatant lie in the history of lies.]
I don't know what you're talking about. [Most likely (hopefully) he'll drop it. Or he'll pick at her obvious lie. Either way she's probably saved from discussing her habit of eating random stuff, and Rey will take that.]
Truthfully, she doesn't know what she thought would happen because she didn't think. She was curious, and she acted on that curiosity. That tends to be how she operates, and she still isn't entirely sure if there's as much problem with it as others sometimes seem to think there is. But ultimately, she's not here to wallow in self-doubt or to bicker with Kylo, so Rey looks back at him quite seriously and says the most comfortably blatant lie in the history of lies.]
I don't know what you're talking about. [Most likely (hopefully) he'll drop it. Or he'll pick at her obvious lie. Either way she's probably saved from discussing her habit of eating random stuff, and Rey will take that.]
What exactly prompted you to make this?
[Turning the questions back on her is a fantastic way to avoid answering any she sends his way. It's a classic defense mechanism, along with denial and sarcasm.]
[Turning the questions back on her is a fantastic way to avoid answering any she sends his way. It's a classic defense mechanism, along with denial and sarcasm.]
[Unfortunately for Kylo, this question, at least, is one Leia doesn't mind answering, as baffled as she looks by him asking it in the first place.]
It's something I was missing.
[Not just from home, but at home, too. It's not something they would've had much time or the right ingredients to make on any base in the Alliance, probably. And though the ingredients here aren't quite right, either, there are ways around that. And figuring out those substitute ingredients with her father helps make things feel more like they should.]
I thought I'd share some with you. It's not perfect, but it's close to what I remember it tasting like.
It's something I was missing.
[Not just from home, but at home, too. It's not something they would've had much time or the right ingredients to make on any base in the Alliance, probably. And though the ingredients here aren't quite right, either, there are ways around that. And figuring out those substitute ingredients with her father helps make things feel more like they should.]
I thought I'd share some with you. It's not perfect, but it's close to what I remember it tasting like.
[So just because she felt like it. It feels like the Force is conspiring against him and his desires for a mother-free life.]
Wonderful. I'll be sure to dispose of it when I've confirmed it's subpar.
[He has to vent now to keep his own batch from getting too salty. But he turns to head inside in earnest now, one hand about to shove the door shut in Leia's face. He has to make sure things aren't burning.]
Wonderful. I'll be sure to dispose of it when I've confirmed it's subpar.
[He has to vent now to keep his own batch from getting too salty. But he turns to head inside in earnest now, one hand about to shove the door shut in Leia's face. He has to make sure things aren't burning.]
[He's not going to hang onto the topic for that long, but he does have a few things to say about it. Rey isn't going to be let off the hook that easily.]
I'm not a fool, Rey, and neither are you.
[MOST OF THE TIME... like when she's not stuffing dried leaves into her mouth. He places a hand against her wrist to.... gently encourage her to put the cup down.]
There's a reason people steep the leaves instead of eat them. And I'd appreciate if you'd trust me to be making you something worth having.
[Mostly he doesn't want Rey to be eating random ingredients if she continues to visit, and he'll use whatever methods he has to prevent that. Including emotional appeals.]
I'm not a fool, Rey, and neither are you.
[MOST OF THE TIME... like when she's not stuffing dried leaves into her mouth. He places a hand against her wrist to.... gently encourage her to put the cup down.]
There's a reason people steep the leaves instead of eat them. And I'd appreciate if you'd trust me to be making you something worth having.
[Mostly he doesn't want Rey to be eating random ingredients if she continues to visit, and he'll use whatever methods he has to prevent that. Including emotional appeals.]
[His rebuke makes her frown, and she tenses up a bit at the hand on her wrist, but that damned emotional appeal has the intended effect. Rey can't help but practically wilt with an almost guilty expression.]
I do trust you. [And to prove it, she puts the cup down without any further prompting. Though with that done, some of the guilt fades from her face, replaced by ernest determination.]
I was curious. That's all. I wanted to try it for myself, so I did. And—[She pauses here, glances away self-consciously, swallows, and looks back up at him to continue.]
And I'm probably not going to stop doing things like that. Because I want to, and because I can. [Because I couldn't on Jakku is unsaid, but it's there nonetheless.] So you may as well start getting used to it. But I can promise not to hide. Sound fair?
I do trust you. [And to prove it, she puts the cup down without any further prompting. Though with that done, some of the guilt fades from her face, replaced by ernest determination.]
I was curious. That's all. I wanted to try it for myself, so I did. And—[She pauses here, glances away self-consciously, swallows, and looks back up at him to continue.]
And I'm probably not going to stop doing things like that. Because I want to, and because I can. [Because I couldn't on Jakku is unsaid, but it's there nonetheless.] So you may as well start getting used to it. But I can promise not to hide. Sound fair?
Edited (screams) 2017-11-17 03:10 (UTC)
[It's Kylo's reaction to the food in the dish combined with the all-too-familiar smell that finally makes it click just what he must have been doing. She places a hand on the door, just to try and delay any door slamming for as long as possible. She glances at Kylo suspiciously before trying to peer in beside him, as if somehow that'll grant her the ability to see whatever's cooking in his kitchen.]
This is what you're making, isn't it?
[Alderaanian food, not something he picked up here or on another planet. Her sort of food.]
This is what you're making, isn't it?
[Alderaanian food, not something he picked up here or on another planet. Her sort of food.]
[He knows that she trusts him more than she did, that's for certain—even if she has an odd way of showing it most of the time. Still, having it said aloud is gratifying, in a way.
Kylo shakes his head briefly with a silent sigh, and though he's not going to outright agree with it, at least his exasperated tone doesn't imply a complete rejection. There are always going to be things they disagree on, but that's fine.]
Ridiculous as ever.
[It just takes another minute for the kettle to boil, and after he pours the water, he gestures with his chin towards the dining room table as he takes his own cup in hand.]
Have a seat.
Kylo shakes his head briefly with a silent sigh, and though he's not going to outright agree with it, at least his exasperated tone doesn't imply a complete rejection. There are always going to be things they disagree on, but that's fine.]
Ridiculous as ever.
[It just takes another minute for the kettle to boil, and after he pours the water, he gestures with his chin towards the dining room table as he takes his own cup in hand.]
Have a seat.
[Kylo scowls at the combination of Leia holding the door open and her unfortunately true suggestion. To say he looks offended would be putting it lightly.]
Don't be a fool. Why would I be making something from Alderaan?
[Guess what he doesn't realize she hasn't said]
Don't be a fool. Why would I be making something from Alderaan?
[Guess what he doesn't realize she hasn't said]
[He might not realize she hasn't said Alderaan, even if the implication had been obvious, but Leia certainly does. She only looks even more suspicious at his poor denial, even though inside she's proud that he recognizes Alderaanian food on sight. Or on smell. Either way.]
I didn't say I made something from Alderaan.
I didn't say I made something from Alderaan.
[...... shit
His scowl only intensifies. The urge to continue to deny it is strong, but he can tell there's little point anymore.]
Never mention this to anyone.
[At that, he turns on his heel and storms into the kitchen, ceasing his attempts to close the door on Leia and leaving her to do as she wishes.]
His scowl only intensifies. The urge to continue to deny it is strong, but he can tell there's little point anymore.]
Never mention this to anyone.
[At that, he turns on his heel and storms into the kitchen, ceasing his attempts to close the door on Leia and leaving her to do as she wishes.]
[To no surprise to Kylo, what Leia decides to do is follow him right on inside and into the kitchen. She's seen him cook before, and she knows it's something he's both good at and likes doing, but it's still something that both surprises and interests her. Both her and Han aren't the greatest chefs (passable, yes, but she has a hard time imagining them not letting a droid cook most of the time back home), so it's interesting how Ben picked this hobby up.]
Do you cook food from Alderaan often?
Do you cook food from Alderaan often?
[Ren lets out a steadying breath in order to calm himself... or at least to temporarily suppress his irritation. He's had a few kitchen disasters in the past thanks to his temper, and he'd rather not ruin something he's almost finished.]
I don't make it because it's from Alderaan. And stay in the dining room, you'll be in my way in the kitchen.
[It's open enough that she'll be able to see and talk to him, so it's not the worst request-slash-demand he can make, at least. But as usual, he refuses to answer the question directly, because that means he'd have to acknowledge that she deserves some respect...]
I don't make it because it's from Alderaan. And stay in the dining room, you'll be in my way in the kitchen.
[It's open enough that she'll be able to see and talk to him, so it's not the worst request-slash-demand he can make, at least. But as usual, he refuses to answer the question directly, because that means he'd have to acknowledge that she deserves some respect...]
[It's not the worst request he could make, and it's one Leia doesn't mind complying with in hopes of prolonging this visit. She moves barely outside of the kitchen, lingering by the doorway on the dining room's side, her attention fully fixed on Kylo and his cooking.]
But you like that kind of food, don't you?
But you like that kind of food, don't you?
[Kylo drops the dish Leia brought him down on the counter a little more harshly than necessary, but the noise doesn't bother him. He moves over to the stove and uncovers the pot there, stirring it with a utensil he'd left nearby. He's had to control himself under greater stress than this, he reassures himself.]
Some of it is palatable.
[After a brief taste, he pulls out a container of from the cabinet nearby and puts a few shakes of a spice into the stew. Focusing on what he's doing should help with his annoyance, at least. It usually does.]
Some of it is palatable.
[After a brief taste, he pulls out a container of from the cabinet nearby and puts a few shakes of a spice into the stew. Focusing on what he's doing should help with his annoyance, at least. It usually does.]
[Leia frowns a bit at just how harshly that dish is dropped, but it doesn't break, so at least that's something. But her concern over the dish doesn't last long, instead replaced with a fascination as she watches Ben do his work.]
I'm glad to hear you like it. I'd hoped we would've shared some of that with you.
[well, she hasn't even shared much about Alderaanian food with Han back home, but she doesn't have many doubts that he'd find a few things, at least, that he'd like there.]
I'm glad to hear you like it. I'd hoped we would've shared some of that with you.
[well, she hasn't even shared much about Alderaanian food with Han back home, but she doesn't have many doubts that he'd find a few things, at least, that he'd like there.]
[Even if his words are as sharp as ever, the tone behind them is far more dull.]
On the rare occasions you deigned to spend time on me, you wouldn't let me forget about it.
[After another taste test, he apparently finds it good enough and simply stirs a few more times before covering the pot again and lowering the heat. He's not done in the kitchen, however; he retrieves a block of cheese from the icebox and pulls out a few other things to start grating some of it. At least he doesn't seem to be outwardly annoyed anymore... even if it's because he's willfully ignoring her presence.]
On the rare occasions you deigned to spend time on me, you wouldn't let me forget about it.
[After another taste test, he apparently finds it good enough and simply stirs a few more times before covering the pot again and lowering the heat. He's not done in the kitchen, however; he retrieves a block of cheese from the icebox and pulls out a few other things to start grating some of it. At least he doesn't seem to be outwardly annoyed anymore... even if it's because he's willfully ignoring her presence.]
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