"I like the breeze," Chirrut said, settling down on his knees for the subtle navigations of serving himself. He appreciated how Baze cared for him, but sufficiency was necessary.
"How goes the look for work," he asked, soft, as he found the ladle and served himself. It smelled edible, anyway.
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Date: 2017-02-15 06:11 am (UTC)"How goes the look for work," he asked, soft, as he found the ladle and served himself. It smelled edible, anyway.