It would be nice, Bodhi thinks, to reassure Cassian that Baze is all bark and no bite, but he'd rather not start off by lying to the man. He offers his own apologetic smile, but gets only a flat stare in response. That's fair; he did interrupt their sleep with this latest impossibility.
The sight of the tea kettle settles the smile a little more comfortably on Bodhi's face. The tin of leaves is far from what he's used to - fat clay and pastoral landscapes where Jedhans hammered metal and enameled geometric arrays - but still occupies a practical ritual area within the living space.
(Every household in his neighborhood kept a pot on a warming brazier inside the front door, circled by matching thumb-sized cups. Theirs had been part of his grandmother's trousseau, patterned in green and yellow.)
"I can, um, the tea?" Bodhi offers, conscious of the host-obligation but also keenly aware of the night cycle, invading what little time Chirrut and Baze have alone together, and the strangeness of his own request. By rights, he ought to have come to their door with sachet of tea leaves as a preliminary exchange for the trouble, the least he can do is tend to the pot while Chirrut does...whatever needs doing.
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Date: 2020-10-20 05:48 am (UTC)The sight of the tea kettle settles the smile a little more comfortably on Bodhi's face. The tin of leaves is far from what he's used to - fat clay and pastoral landscapes where Jedhans hammered metal and enameled geometric arrays - but still occupies a practical ritual area within the living space.
(Every household in his neighborhood kept a pot on a warming brazier inside the front door, circled by matching thumb-sized cups. Theirs had been part of his grandmother's trousseau, patterned in green and yellow.)
"I can, um, the tea?" Bodhi offers, conscious of the host-obligation but also keenly aware of the night cycle, invading what little time Chirrut and Baze have alone together, and the strangeness of his own request. By rights, he ought to have come to their door with sachet of tea leaves as a preliminary exchange for the trouble, the least he can do is tend to the pot while Chirrut does...whatever needs doing.