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.]
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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.]
[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?
[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.]
[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.]
[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...]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[And as expected, though she's heard these words from Kylo countless times before, they don't hurt any less, because Leia can't really make sense of them. It doesn't make sense from what she's seen from Han's memories and what she knows about them. Even if it's just Kylo's perception of his childhood, it's not one Leia wants him to have. There's a slight chill around where she's standing as she continues to watch him, but it's likely not something Kylo will notice just yet from inside the kitchen.]
I'm glad to hear it. There's a lot on Alderaan that I wish both you and your father could've experienced.
[Ren replies with his usual optimism—that is to say, none at all.]
There's little point clinging to the past. The only thing thinking of Alderaan will do is prevent moving forward.
[The past is set in stone, and trying to do something different with it, thinking of what ifs, none of that will help. Even if Ren doesn't think of himself as having much of a future, he refuses to go backwards.]
[It's the wrong thing to say, and she knows Ben knows that. Even though she knows he knows better, Leia can't help her temper. The cold from before is long gone, replaced with a low, spreading heat around her, spreading up the door frame she's leaning against.]
There's no moving forward without keeping Alderaan in mind.
[Not for her, at least, and she'd be sure to make sure it's the case for everyone else, too. If Alderaan is gone, then it won't be forgotten. The least she can do is ensuring the memory of her homeplanet serves as a warning of the horrors of the Empire and other groups like it.]
[He lets a slow breath out through his nose and mumbles to himself, shaking his head as he puts the cheese and grater down.]
And that was always the problem. [Ren endeavors not to continue this line of conversation as he moves to dump the grater in the sink, and he lets out a noise of irritation as he spots his own darkened shadow.
It's fine. He's mostly done in the kitchen anyway, so he steps away from the oven and counter lest his emotions do something stupid like rot his ingredients. He can wash his hands in the bathroom, so he turns and heads that way with his usual heavy gait.]
[Leia purses her lips, resisting the urge to sigh or otherwise react more than that to Kylo's response. Because she doesn't see it as a problem. She sees it as the very least she can do for a planet that had seemed the soul of the Republic, and for its remaining citizens.
Instead of being annoyed, when Kylo heads toward the bathroom, Leia heads into the kitchen to get a better look at whatever he'd been doing in there.]
[The stew is still simmering on the stove, and at closer inspection, Leia can find that while it does smell very similar to the dish she's familiar with, there's a slight difference that leans more savory than the traditional. Kylo knows what he likes.
Aside from that, the pile of cheese he's just grated is sitting on a cutting board, and if she glances at the oven, she might see a long shape inside, and the smell of baking bread shouldn't be too hard to detect soon enough.
By the time she's had a look around, Kylo will be staring at her, arms folded and a look of displeasure on his face.]
I would rather you not ruin my meal with whatever you may be feeling.
[... but something odd strikes him now that he's actually looking at her properly, and he tilts his head with a brief furrow to his brow, eyes scanning her face and neck.]
[She barely hears Kylo return while she's looking over everything he's making. It might not be completely traditional, but honestly, the mere fact that he's making something based off of Alderaanian food is enough to both have her interest and send her mind racing, thinking about what his early life must have been like.
She turns when he speaks, trying to hide her surprise. Which, really, isn't that hard the longer he's looking at her. Leia raises her eyebrows, meeting his scrutinizing glare with a slightly puzzled stare of her own. Because to Leia, there's nothing strange about the neckline of her shirt, or the lack of a scarf or anything of the sort. She hasn't worn anything around her neck for a good portion of her time here, not comfortable with that light pressure there.]
[Ren shakes his head, heading back into the kitchen as if she's not even there. Instead of the stove, however, he steps towards the refrigerator to retrieve something to drink.]
Do you intend to be cold?
[It's clear from his flat tone that he's judging. That probably wouldn't be a surprise even if he didn't almost constantly wear gloves and high collars.]
[Though it's a tone Leia is more than familiar with by now, the reason for it--aside from it being how he usually is--is something that isn't quite registering with Leia just yet. She has on long sleeves and other items appropriate for the weather, just nothing tight to her neck, and that being something Kylo might find strange isn't something she's aware of.]
Should I be worried about a sudden temperature drop in your kitchen?
[well, she knows it's possible, but that's something she's ignoring in favor of skeptically turning his question back at him in hopes of better answer.]
[He pulls out a bottle of some kind of juice and strides towards her, taking her by the shoulder to physically push her out of the kitchen as he heads out of it himself.
He has relaxing to do and he can't do it if she's here.]
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[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.]
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She raises her eyebrows, meeting Kylo's glance with an incredibly confused look of her own.]
What is it?
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[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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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unfortunately truesuggestion. 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]
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I didn't say I made something from Alderaan.
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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.]
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Do you cook food from Alderaan often?
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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...]
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But you like that kind of food, don't you?
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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.]
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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.]
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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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I'm glad to hear it. There's a lot on Alderaan that I wish both you and your father could've experienced.
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There's little point clinging to the past. The only thing thinking of Alderaan will do is prevent moving forward.
[The past is set in stone, and trying to do something different with it, thinking of what ifs, none of that will help. Even if Ren doesn't think of himself as having much of a future, he refuses to go backwards.]
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There's no moving forward without keeping Alderaan in mind.
[Not for her, at least, and she'd be sure to make sure it's the case for everyone else, too. If Alderaan is gone, then it won't be forgotten. The least she can do is ensuring the memory of her homeplanet serves as a warning of the horrors of the Empire and other groups like it.]
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And that was always the problem. [Ren endeavors not to continue this line of conversation as he moves to dump the grater in the sink, and he lets out a noise of irritation as he spots his own darkened shadow.
It's fine. He's mostly done in the kitchen anyway, so he steps away from the oven and counter lest his emotions do something stupid like rot his ingredients. He can wash his hands in the bathroom, so he turns and heads that way with his usual heavy gait.]
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Instead of being annoyed, when Kylo heads toward the bathroom, Leia heads into the kitchen to get a better look at whatever he'd been doing in there.]
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Aside from that, the pile of cheese he's just grated is sitting on a cutting board, and if she glances at the oven, she might see a long shape inside, and the smell of baking bread shouldn't be too hard to detect soon enough.
By the time she's had a look around, Kylo will be staring at her, arms folded and a look of displeasure on his face.]
I would rather you not ruin my meal with whatever you may be feeling.
[... but something odd strikes him now that he's actually looking at her properly, and he tilts his head with a brief furrow to his brow, eyes scanning her face and neck.]
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She turns when he speaks, trying to hide her surprise. Which, really, isn't that hard the longer he's looking at her. Leia raises her eyebrows, meeting his scrutinizing glare with a slightly puzzled stare of her own. Because to Leia, there's nothing strange about the neckline of her shirt, or the lack of a scarf or anything of the sort. She hasn't worn anything around her neck for a good portion of her time here, not comfortable with that light pressure there.]
What is it?
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Do you intend to be cold?
[It's clear from his flat tone that he's judging. That probably wouldn't be a surprise even if he didn't almost constantly wear gloves and high collars.]
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Should I be worried about a sudden temperature drop in your kitchen?
[well, she knows it's possible, but that's something she's ignoring in favor of skeptically turning his question back at him in hopes of better answer.]
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[He pulls out a bottle of some kind of juice and strides towards her, taking her by the shoulder to physically push her out of the kitchen as he heads out of it himself.
He has relaxing to do and he can't do it if she's here.]
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