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“Saw?”
Saw turned around quickly, hiding the cake he was decorating when Rex had stepped into the kitchen. He closed the datapad quickly, hoping Rex didn’t realize he was looking at a Mando'a translator.
“Yeah, Rex? Is something uh,” Saw started with a stutter, hiding the piping bag he had been using only seconds ago behind him quickly. “Is something wrong?”
“Oh nothing; just a simple question about Onderonian culture,” Rex started, stepping more into the large kitchen to lean against the pantry door. Onderonians valued cooking and baking, so their kitchens mirrored that. With the smooth stone countertops, each crack filled with gold, and the intricate spice handling, each tub and canterner is perfectly in its space. It was as if the art of cooking interweaves with the art of their homes, that energy going through their hands and into their cooking.
“About what?” He pushed, giving Rex a stare which made the clone give a sigh of defeat.
Rex made a face as he tried to find his words, hands playing with the hem of shirt as he did. “About… Hallowe'en on Onderon.”
Saw blinked. “Hallowe'en?”
“Yeah. Tano, Kenobi, Skywalker and I used to celebrate Hallowe'en at the Jedi Temple or on our ships,” Rex explained, hands waving around as he always did when he was talking about something personal. “I was just wondering if it was celebrated on Onderon, that’s all.”
Hallowe'en, was in fact, celebrated on Onderon. Just not as much as Corusant or Naboo. They still dressed up, went to parties and asked for candy at people’s front doors; but they mostly cooked and baked on Hallowe'en.
Saw had never found the holiday fun or even exciting to be honest with himself, only starting to become a thing when he was around fifteen. Only celebrating the damn holiday when Steela said all her schoolyard friends were dressing up as villains and heroes of old.
“We sorta do and sorta not. Hallowe'en just isn’t as celebrated on Onderon as other holidays,” Saw explained with a sigh, hands still on the stone counter’s edge. He noticed Rex became a bit sad, maybe a bit disappointed or even discouraged.
So he quickly added: “But Hallowe'en is still celebrated with food!”
Rex perked up at that, looking into his soft expression with even softer brown eyes. How those eyes looked in the shine of their kitchen always made him smile.
“So is that why you are hiding something from me? Are you making something special?” Rex asked in a teasing tone, stepping forward to kiss his lips. He kissed back, chasing after his lover’s lips when he pulled away to laugh.
“Yes, I was making you something special,” Saw said with a grin, moving out of the way so Rex could see the cake in a clear shot. It wasn’t that big, enough so Rex can have leftovers to eat when tomorrow, but it was in the shape of a pumpkin and covered in a soft orange colored buttercream frosting. It had (nearly) perfect Mando’a which (if he was correct, not likely) “Happy Hallowe'en, Rex!” In black buttercream frosting. He heard giggling, looking over to see Rex barely holding back his laughter. “What’s so funny?”
“The Mando’a reads,” Rex tried to say, his laughter only getting louder and harder to keep down. ““Boppy Ballawi’in”; not “Happy Hallowe’en”, Saw. You could’ve just asked me to help instead of… this.”
Saw quickly grabbed the datapad, opening the translation he had put in and got back by what Rex had stated.
“Shit.”
He sighed out, putting his hand to his face, wallowing as Rex’s soft giggling stopped.
“It’s still cute though,” Rex reassured, coming over to place a kiss onto his temple, bringing his head up in those soft hands. “I love it, Saw.”
“Thanks.” Saw mumbled, kissing Rex’s nose softly, resting his head against his lover’s forehead.
“No problem.” Rex returned, letting a breath of a laugh as he rested against him.