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[realists]

It feels terrible. [ maybe it's just because she keeps losing things anyway. what does she have left but the man playing with her hair and reading her stories that make her stomach unsettled. ]

[ouzel]

Do you think you need to change? [ It's an honest question; he's not going to tell her that she has to do anything about it, because he's too drawn to the fire within her to try and contain it even a little. ]

[realists]

Perhaps. [ but her selfishness has landed her directly in this place and it's her only solace in the shit of her entire life and she will continue to be selfish in order to keep it.

instead of saying all that, however, she instead decides to be flippant: ] I suppose it would be kind of share more grapes with you.

[ouzel]

Everyone could do with being kinder. [ Being kinder and being less selfish aren't the same thing, but his tone indicates that he's teasing her a little. ]

[realists]

You just want grapes. [ jyn's decided the moment is over and tucks her cheek against his thigh again. he is so good and she is garbage, she will always be boggled by that. ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian reconfirms in that moment that he's in love with this woman who won't give an centimeter but will take a kilometer at full speed. ] Always. [ He continues to comb his fingers through her hair. ]

[realists]

[ ♪ dead sea -- the lumineers

it's a little while before jyn speaks up again, basking in this perfectly comfortable place and the feel of his fingers in her hair. she wouldn't have taken herself for someone who enjoyed having their hair played with but here she is. basking. ]

I don't know how to cook, [ the mentions idly, harking back to his series of suggestions earlier. she has no recipes to swap because she can't cook. ]

[ouzel]

Not even oatmeal? [ Everyone should know how to cook oatmeal, in Cassian's opinion, but his hand doesn't stop moving at all. ] Well. I can cook. What kind of food do you like best?

[realists]

[ grapes.

she doesn't say it, somehow, but it's there in the half smile making her eyes crinkle up in the corners. ]

I'm not sure I have a favorite, but... [ anything but prison slop. being on the run didn't necessarily give her a lot of regular options -- quick and portable were her staples -- but it did give her the opportunity to try (steal) the foods of different planets.

eventually she settles on the space version of cachapas, describing the thick corn pancake with soft, buttery cheese and sweet fruit jam. it's incredibly simple and basic, but the way jyn tells it, it's the most decadent thing in the galaxy. ]

[ouzel]

Hm. [ That gets filed away for later*, and Cassian starts to drawing möbius strips against the back of her neck. ] What about chocolate?

[ Everyone has opinions on chocolate.

*later, meaning: as soon as he is able to get the materials together, evict everyone from a kitchen, and have her occupied for a little while. ]

[realists]

What's chocolate?

[ yeah. ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian blinks at her. ]

Sweet, or semi-sweet, dark or milk, sugar and something bitter but delicious and...okay. Okay. [ He starts massaging the base of her neck. ] We'll fix that.

[realists]

[ she looks utterly bemused because that all means nothing to her but she gives a little shrug. ] Okay. It is important?

[ouzel]

Chocolate is a faith-based experience and I will make sure you have all the options. [ Cassian has Thoughts on the subject, clearly. ] Coffee or tea?

[realists]

[ what a weirdo, why is she so in love with him? ] Tea. Coffee is just dirt in water.

[ouzel]

[ A soft snort. ] Bread or rice?

[realists]

Hmm. Rice. But I am partial to toast.

[ouzel]

Toast. Tea. But rice in general. [ Cassian nods, making s small humming sound of consideration. ] What about spice?

[realists]

I suppose it depends on the meal, doesn't it? [ abruptly she rolls over to her other side, facing him as it were, forehead pressed against his stomach a bit before she shifts back so she can more easily look at him but also stay draped in his lap like a particularly needy kitten. ]

And you?

[ouzel]

Spice, always. I also like toast but I don't care for bread much otherwise. Coffee and tea, for different reasons. [ He smiles down at her, curling into him like that. ]

[realists]

What reasons do you have for liking coffee? [ SUDDENLY FINDS HIM UNATTRACTIVE jk she is just curious ]

[ouzel]

Tea is good for...ritual. Quiet moments. Time with others. Coffee is a good base; you can add things to it. Sweet things, spices, anything really.

[realists]

You can add spices to tea. And sweet things; fruit and honey and sugar. [ a beat. ] All they give you in prison is coffee. I lost my taste for it.

[ouzel]

That's understandable. [ It upsets him that she was in prison to begin with, honestly, but there's a whole lot of nothing he can do about it.

He captures her hand and kisses her fingers. ]

[realists]

Baze said Jedha was the first time you'd been in a cell. [ casually admits she straight up talked about him behind his back ITS FINE ]