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[Sabatha Sayall]

CAKE CLASSES

Come and help bake cakes! It's fun! It eases stress!

You get to eat sweet things!

Please do eat cake in moderation. All welcome!

Please inform Padawan Sayall of any allergies you may have in advance.

Kitchens, Yavin IV Temple.​

Offer only open to members of the Jedi Order.
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For a set of galactic peacekeeping space monks, the Jedi seemed like they were on a bit of a downer. Plagues, wars, vicious fighting... it was all scary. And it was all starting to have an effect on everything else at the Temple. Younglings were looking quite sombre of late. Other padawans seemed down in the dumps. The knights looked... well, hard-faced and grumpy, but that was how a lot of them normally looked.

Something had to be done. Sabatha wracked her brain for how to help. Obviously, going and fighting the Sith to a glorious end would be the best way... but it'd be her end. Besides, fighting didn't seem like her thing. Then it hit her. What was her thing?

Cake.

The notice went up around the common areas of the Temple, with the printing slightly skewed, inviting one and all in the Order to help bake something. That afternoon found Sabatha in the kitchens, her hair tied back, with her apron already dusted in flour and cocoa. Her spoon was half-stuck in some batter as she moved between bowl and datapad. Scanning over the screen to check the recipe.

"Oh, shoot, I missed the eggs. That's sub-optimal." She looked around, checking if anyone else was watching, before quietly tipping in a little more sugar. "That's better."

 

[Drastus Drahr]

Drast was basically in the final hours before departure when he had a thought. Cake! Lani had mentioned something about bug cake! And like the Force itself spoke, he had walked past some flier of some padawan doing some cake class. It was weird but what the hell, right?

Already packed and ready to go, he had nothing but time, so he sprinted to the kitchens. A little hurdle there, a side step here, he even flipped over a pair of younglings struggling in the hall. His journey would bring him to a sliding halt, just past the doorway, before he came to a full stop then ran back a few steps into the kitchen. "I am ready to bake a cake!" he'd say with his friendly grin, finger guns blasting, and of course that newish scarred face.

He would try real hard to remember who the Padawan was in the kitchen, but he had nothing. Only thing he did know was that she missed the eggs, so the first thing he did was grab the carton of eggs from the table just out of reach and slide into the work area beside her, carton out. "Eggs."

@Charndley

 

[Sabatha Sayall]

Sab was busy staring at the batter as she heard someone announce that they were ready to bake. That was good. They'd found the right place. She looked up from her mixing bowl and saw him. Seemed a little older than her and a lot more experienced, if the state of his scars were anything. Poor person. She gave him a dreamy smile as she held out her hand for the eggs.

"Thank you. That's helpful." Instantly, her attention was turned back to the cake. A couple of cracks on the side of the bowl and the eggs were in. All as Sab reached for the spoon and started to mix it together, straining her arms to combine the thick batter.

"Mmm... I never did... catch your name," she said to him, looking up from the bowl on occasion. "I'm Sabatha. I did hope that more people would come. I suppose there's not much call for cake with the Jedi. That's a shame." She looked over at his thicker, more muscled arms and held the bowl out.

"Would you mind?"

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[Drastus Drahr]

Drast would return the smile and handed her the eggs. "Yeah, sure thing." He would kinda wait for some instruction as the younger teen hurried about, cracking eggs and very clearly struggling with the batter. "I-uhh.." he'd begin stepping over to her side, stopping as she spoke again.

"Drastus, though everyone calls me Drast, ya know everyone is all about the one syllable names these days." Sabatha. An interesting name. "Sabatha.. Sa-ba-tha.." Drast would muse to himself as he tried to dedicate the name to memory. "I wouldn't let it get ya down, they still think the crap they serve in the mess qualifies as food." he said with a laugh. "So after this cake, you think you can help me make another cake?" He'd asked as he took the bowl from her.

The stirring was surprisingly harder than he expected, though he still managed to do it with relative ease.

@Charndley

 

[Sabatha Sayall]

"Drast. That's a nice name," she said as she watched him wrestle with the batter. He made more easy work of it than Sabatha did, which told her that she might need to work on her upper body strength. Perhaps she needed a better fitness regime than eating cake. Or maybe she needed to stir and bake more cakes. She wasn't quite sure yet.

"Oh, I'm not disappointed. I met someone new, that was what I was hoping for." She gave him another smile as she went for another bowl from the cupboards, brushing her hair out of the way. "What kind of cake would you like to make? Is it for yourself or someone else?" Genuinely inquisitive as she gathered up some more dry ingredients, laying them out in front of them.

"I'd recommend chocolate personally, for either reason. But I know some people aren't quite as interested in it as I am. Each to their own."

@Rhogar

 

[Drastus Drahr]

"Thanks, so is Sabatha." Drast responded with a warm smile. This kid was about as sweet as the cake she was trying to make and that actually brought some warmth to Drasts heart.

And there she was being cute again. It actually gave him pause. "Well, I'm glad I came here and met ya." he replied. "You know, you could give the nicest kid I know a major run for his money. You should actually seek him out, he needs friends." As she pushed the hair out of her face, he'd speak up again. "Alrighty, get over here real quick. You're already committing a baking foul, come here." He said with a light tone.

"As for the cake, it's for a la-well, not quite a lady, kinda like a bug lady, if that makes sense. As for chocolate, I don't even know if she can eat chocolate. Its a makeup cake, kinda pissed her off and she outranks me." he said with a laugh.

@Charndley

 

[Sabatha Sayall]

"A bug lady? Hm... like a Geonosian? I'm not entirely sure what they eat but I'm sure everyone needs something sugary. Besides, it doesn't always matter about the food, it's more about the thought." Turning up with a completely inedible cake might not be ideal but it would prove Drast's apologetic thoughts, based on her limited understanding of the situation.

She took the new bowl towards Drast, with the ingredients, before taking the earlier one from his hands. "You should add the flour first, then crack the eggs. No shell, unless you think this lady would like some extra crunch in her cake." Carefully, she poured out the batter from the bowl into a cake tin and shoved it into one of the large, earthenware ovens that the kitchens had.

"I'm always willing to make new friends. Some of the other padawans find me a little... off-putting." A brief moment of quiet, before Sabatha shrugged. "Who is your bug lady friend? Another Jedi, by the sounds of it?"

@Rhogar

 

[Drastus Drahr]

A good question. Like a Geonosian? He hadn't the slightest idea what she was. He didn't have the time in the day to break up bug people by smaller groupings. And it had been awhile since he'd seen her that it would cause a short span of silence as he tried to use that noggin to remember her. "Uhhh.... no. No.. Geo's are lanky, she was thick. The V one. Yeah, yeah, yeah... uh... Vrento, Vippers.. No.. c'mon Drast... VRATIX!" He snapped with the answer. "Fuck yeah. She's a Vratix. Oh, mind the language." he said with a laugh.

He hadn't thought about what bug ladies even ate. Bug dudes heads? Human heads? The thought suddenly made him sick. Nothing noticible. She gonna eat -your- head if you kriff up? No that would be crazy. "Sure thing, flour, eggs, definitely gonna leave the shell. Something tells me she likes a nice boney crunch." He thought he said that last part in his head.

"That's how I am. And I'm gonna be real with you, fuck them. Pardon my Corellian. I knew a lot of pricks when I first got out here. Kid from the streets, couldn't read, still can't. All these little nerds making fun of you. Took Kloss for them to ukoror bic laam etie srukre shebs. Oops. Pardon my Mando'a." he would laugh good naturedly. "Keep plugging away though, and you'll find some solid friends here. I promise you that. Besides, I think you're a Kad damn peach." he added with a playful wink, with zero meaning behind it. It was a habit.

@Charndley

 

[Sabatha Sayall]

"Oh, a Vratix? I've never met one, I've only seen them on the Holonet. Thyferra, bacta producers, all that sort of thing." The miracle healing product was a staple of the Galaxy, even medical novices like Sabatha knew about it. She did wonder whether they'd actually like the egg shell in the cake, but she supposed that Drastus knew the Vratix lady best. So, she crunched up the shell in her palm and sprinkled it into the bowl, shrugging as she stirred it up good.

"Well... that's very sweet of you to say, thank you," she replied, beaming at him happily. "I'm not all that bothered by them if they don't want to be friends. I'm sure I'll meet plenty of people though." She poured the cake mix into another tin to bake it, opening up the oven again carefully. Whatever the playful wink had meant to Drastus, Sabatha wouldn't take anything from it. The whole concept of 'flirtation' was something completely beyond Sabatha's experiences that she'd miss all but the very most obvious.

"Mando'a? So you're Mandalorian? I've never met one before. I never knew I'd meet quite so many different kinds of people." She'd hoped that joining the Jedi would widen the amount of people she knew, she just never expected to meet quite so many varied species. Whilst she contemplated that, she snuck a piece of chocolate from the ingredients pile, nibbling at it happily.

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