mines monday: pet
The tapping of a knife against a cutting board was the only sound in the kitchen as Sifo-Dyas concentrated on ignoring the gaze boring into his temple. The only problem was that he was chopping onions at the time, and no matter how often he washed the knife with cold water, his eyes kept watering. Finally, the Padawan couldn't resist glancing at the convor sitting next to him. Ferana's eyes were narrowed, filled with tears, her beak slightly open, her feathers raised in indignation. Clearly, Sifo-Dyas wasn’t the only one affected.
"You chose this yourself," Sifo-Dyas pointed the knife at her. The bird tried to bite the tip of the blade but missed due to the moisture condensing in her eyes. She clearly didn't like it.
Lene sat in the living room with a cup of iced caf, reading another letter from the Council of First Knowledge. She read quickly, ignoring the boring formal parts and focusing on the important ones, like the future location of their mission. If it was far enough into the Outer Rim, she could justify any delay required for her investigation with a pirate encounter or a ship break-
A crash came from the kitchen: the Padawan's indignant, cracking voice and the convor's shouts. Lene glanced at the doorway with interest, sensing the turmoil of emotions in the Force, and took another sip of kaf.
Soon, an angry Sifo-Dyas emerged from the kitchen. His apron was stained, and one of the straps threatened to snap, and his hair, previously neatly pulled back into a ponytail, fell over his face, covering one eye. He held Ferana, wrapped in a tea towel and chirping angrily, in his outstretched arms. He walked toward Lene with all the determination of a Jedi on a mission.
"Master," he said, standing next to the sofa. The Padawan tried to blow his hair out of his face, but it only fell back into his eye and tried to get into his mouth. "If she bothers me again, I swear by the Force, I'll turn to the Dark Side and bake her with meiluron in a blue cream sauce. And then I'll serve it to you."
With these words, he handed Lene a convor burrito, which the Master accepted with great care, then retreated back to the kitchen, grumbling. Ferana turned her innocent eyes, filled with pain and betrayal, on Lene.
"You've clearly crossed a line," she pointed out. Ferana hooted indignantly, fluffing the feathers on her head, the only part of her sticking out from the towel. "Well, aren't you adorable? Don't worry, I'll be sure to check you before every meal."
