Dooku captures a squad of Corries while trying to catch Amadala (who got away with Jek and Alter, because she’s nothing if not slippery) and decides to experiment on them in typical Sithy fashion.
The only thing is, he makes a mistake somewhere in his translation of the archaic Sith script and the date of the ritual, and ends up a pack of hissy, bitey very ancient looking tooka kits, with the most gorgeous coats that make them look a little like baby foxes.
Dooku stares at the kits, they stare at him. the biggest one, which is larger than one of Dooku’s thighs (and by the size of its feet it’s set to grow even larger) looks set to pounce—except that it suddenly pauses as the sound of an a cappella song drifts down the hall, and every tooka freezes, and then as the song goes on, they calm down.
Dooku raises an eyebrow. Quinlan always sings in the shower, and it’s a frustratingly endearing trait, for a pretty bit of arse he’d taken to bed to let off steam during such a stressful time. Fighting the most inefficient war in the history of the galaxy on purpose has been far more taxing than he’d ever expected.
Dooku looks at all of the tookas with their ear cones primed in the direction of his singing lover/acolyte, and sighs.
…
later, as Quinlan Vos sits down to a delectably late breakfast, he finds a basket full of sleeping tookas with red ribbons tied in bows around their necks where his plate would usually be set.