Arda Breaux
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She had spent hours trying to perfect the treat, she wasn't entirely sure what compelled her to try to recall how to make some of her treats from her childhood, but she hoped it turned out just how she remembered. She had taken a few taste tests in order to determine when she created the right batch of thin, sweetened noodles and the garnish and syrups used to give flavor was another project within itself. However, Arda felt accomplished as her latest taste test brought back memories she thought she had forgotten; the Jedi Master scooped them into two bowls in order to share with Crix and headed to his quarters.
Having needing to talk to him anyways, she thought this was an opportunity to share her treat with him as it was rare that she would ever have a moment like this to herself. Her days generally were filled with the rush of mission reports and intel from the far reaches of the galaxy; she was never sure how Hugo was able to do this, and even with those on her council, it still seemed the weight of not only an entire Order but the Rebellion was terribly heavy.
Arriving at his door, she knocked with the bend of her forefinger as she held the two bowls in her hands; she wasn't dressed in her Jedi robes and her hair was down, but casually wore civilian clothing consisting of a tunic, leggings and flats that seemed to communicate it was a lazy day for the Jedi Master. She frowned when he didn't answer right away, her senses reaching to see if he was even present or if he was at his ship, but either way, she would wait a moment longer before checking the hanger.
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