Cooking was something very personal to Vestara. As a child, most of her time with her mother was spent cooking. Her mother was a beautiful woman, not force sensitive like Ves, but she still looked up to her. Each time she cooked a dish the woman had taught her, the smell of her musk would fill her memory and take her back to simpler times. It was a habit of hers to try and cook a meal for herself at least once a day. Still, she was shy about cooking for others.
One day the woman made the mistake of bringing her food along on a mission, and of course Ben - curious as ever - had to pry about where and how she got it. Now here he was in her dining room, as she slaved over the stove. As she served up their banthar cutlets, placing the last bit of garnish over top, Ves gracefully brought them out to the dining room and placed a dish in front of Ben.
“It’s probably not the best but I hope you don’t hate it.” He remark came out sheepishly.
To be honest, Ben was looking forward to trying the food. It was the first time that anyone had ever cooked for him that wasn’t either family or paid to cook for him.
“Smells good,” he told her, honestly. “And it even has like... garnish. Do you know the last meal that I had that had a garnish on it? I think it was at a wedding.”
He grinned, cutting off a piece so that he could try it. He realized, of course, that if it was super gross, he would have to pretend to like it enough to choke it down, so he started with a small bite. Easier to swallow without chewing if necessary.
But, as it turned out, he didn’t need to worry.
“It’s good,” he told her. “I like it. What is this reddish sauce here? It’s interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever had it before.”
