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“Master…I don’t think that’s salt.” Ahsoka says, frowning as Anakin vigorously shakes a canister over his food.
They're enjoying a rare moment of peace these next few planetary cycles. Ahsoka had been on the verge of going insane stuck in the temple; forced to meditate and study all day – made more infuriating since Anakin had been away from the temple. He was in a strangely good mood this afternoon after getting back from his mystery excursion. Good enough to take her to a new restaurant he’d heard of.
“Of course it’s salt.” Anakin shrugged, he squints at the worn writing on the label. “It says salt.”
“Doesn’t smell like salt.” Ahsoka rolled her eye, stabbing at her meat. “Smells bad.”
“Snips, what did I tell you about smelling my stuff.” Anakin gripes, shoving a forkful of something too green for Ahsoka’s taste into his mouth. He only gets to chew for a couple of seconds.
“ACK!” Anakin spits.
“Told you.” Ahsoka passes her water and motions the server over to fill their pitcher. “Smells like corrik.”
“You…*cough*…coulda…said that!” Anakin coughed, gulping down his and her water in a most un-Jedi like fashion. “Who puts corrik next to the salt?”
“’This restaurant has all types of different food, Snips.’” Ahsoka mocked. “’You need to widen your horizon.’”
“Whatever, Snips.” Anakin nudged her lightly. “Just eat up. We gotta get back to the temple or Obi-Wan is going to hunt us down.”