OOM: Shopping

[iprotectyou]

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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[iprotectyou]

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.

[idontneedluck]

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.

[iprotectyou]

"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.

[idontneedluck]

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.

[iprotectyou]

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?"

[idontneedluck]

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.