[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.]
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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.]