OOM: Shopping

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Baze Malbus has always loved the market just outside the Temple of the Kyber in the holy city of NiJedha, where he is a Guardian. The sights and scents and sounds are enticing, and there is always something new to behold.

Today is no different. He and Chirrut have been tasked with picking up the order of vegetables for tonight's dinner, and so it is with a light step and a happy heart that Baze ventures into the stalls.

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Let it never be said that Baze doesn't pay attention to Chirrut. Well, maybe not never. Baze turns to his friend, only to find that his friend is no longer there.

"Chirrut?" Baze says, thoroughly confused. He stands on his tiptoes to see if he can spot the blue flower crown. Failing that, he checks with the tea stall. No Chirrut. Baze checks the herbalist. No Chirrut. Baze even checks the vegetable stall. No Chirrut.

Baze doesn't panic. He doesn't. He merely has a tiny freak out, that's all, stomping around with his vegetable bags in hand. "Chirrut!" he calls. Glimpsing a bit of blue in the crowd, Baze rushes forward, only to be met with disappointment: it's a headscarf. "Chirrut!"

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A hand reaches out to snag Baze's sleeve and haul with the wiry strength born from years of tireless training.

"Shhh, he's about to start again." Chirrut chides, comfortable in an alcove carved into the wall - it has wonderful acoustics here, so the music can drown out the market noise.

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"Chirrut!" Baze growls, and then quiets down as the piper begins playing again. Baze waits for a break in the music, and then turns to scold his friend. "You ran off again. With half the vegetables, no less. What am I going to do with you?"

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Chirrut breaks off from happily humming the melody of the last song to consider this question.

"Well, I do smell steamed buns over there..." One pastry and tea does not a full Chirrut make! Of course, some of the elders consider Chirrut something of a bottomless pit, so there isn't much hope one bun is going to make much of a difference.

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Baze shifts the bag in his hand to press his palm to his forehead. "Oh, for Force's sake! If you want a steamed bun, we'll get a steamed bun, but after that, we need to go back home."

He loops his arm around Chirrut's elbow and all but drags him to the steamed bun seller. Baze orders three--one for himself, as he's a bottomless pit who eats more than Chirrut--and two for his friend. The larger Guardian takes the bags from Chirrut, sets them on the ground, and presses the buns into his hands.

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Chirrut, who hasn't really stopped giggling since Baze's outburst, snorts with laughter when his hands are filled with the lovely treats.

"Baze, what...?" He trails off, because he has two buns in his hands, so he's going to make inroads in at least one of them.

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"Just eat, you annoying nexu," Baze grumbles, stuffing his face with his own steamed bun filled with dried lotus seeds and meat, which has a mildly sweet and savory taste. Leaning against the wall, he chews and swallows doggedly, determined not to actually enjoy his food. He can't keep up his ire, however, and eventually slows down.

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Chirrut makes no comment when he hears Baze plowing through his bun like it offered some sort of personal offence. He does grin, a little, when Baze slows down.

He also offers Baze half of the second bun, to be enjoyed while the piper makes the air sing with melodies from a different part of the galaxy.

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Baze considers the peace offering for a long while before taking it. He polishes the bun off and sucks the filling off his index finger. "Thanks," he grumbles, picking up all four vegetable bags. "Shall we go, finally?"

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Chirrut considers his surroundings - the scents of spices and plants, cooking food and the press of many bodies; the sounds of children and arguments and music; the heat of the afternoon sun... and smiles.

"Yes, I suppose so." He agrees, content. He pops the last of his bun in his mouth and hooks his fingers into Baze's belt again, secure.