Hot cocoa with smol Jyn and Cassian

atthelamppost:

Jyn and Cassian are somehow eight with the Rogue One crew taking care of them. My contribution to this idea. @thegiddyowl @cats-and-metersticks @afineflame @naivara

Baze heard something scraping and saw Cassian trying to move a chair, “What are you doing? Where’s Jyn?”

Cassian gave him a long look as if considering how useful Baze might be, “Making hot cocoa. Jyn’s asleep. I put a blanket on her.”

Now Baze could see Jyn on the bench holding the Ewok doll almost tucked in. “That was a good idea.”

The chair was now closer to the stove and as Cassian climbed it, he said with a gulp, “Its what Papa would do.”

“What do you need for the cocoa?” Baze knew that Cassian had made it in here when he was his proper age.

“Milk if there’s any, water if not and chocolate and spices. I know how to make it. You don’t have to help me.” His voice was firm and Baze nodded, he remembered from the orphanage how the children liked doing work on their own.

“Will you show me how to make it? I can reach what you can’t.” That got another nod from Cassian as he started talking quietly to himself in Festian. Baze waited quietly, trying not to loom until Cassian asked him to get mugs and help with the stove.

At one point when a spoon hit the side of the pot, Jyn peered over the table at them, her eyes wide and unsure until she hugged the Ewok. Chirrut tapped his way and smiled before he sat next to Jyn and asked, “What are they doing?”

“Cooking. Saw doesn’t let me cook. I’m not big enough yet.” Her voice was full of annoyance and she glared at Cassian.

Cassian heard and said in a voice that was trying to sound grown up. “No one lets me cook. I can and everyone in the cell has to pull their weight. Not going to disappoint Paolo.”

Baze wondered who Paolo was, he must be taking care of Cassian. Chirrut hummed, it was one of his thinking noises, “We’re all one to the Force.”

“The chocolate’s ready. You hold the mugs.” Cassian said to Baze, shaking him from his thoughts of this little boy in a rebel cell. He watched Cassian make certain every mug had the same amount.

“Why do they all have to be the same?”

“Because.” Then he closed his eyes and first said something in Festian before saying it again in Basic. “No matter what we have, we all have it. No one’s more or less. That’s what Papa said, used to say. We should drink it.”

Baze watched Cassian swallow and the shine of tears in his eyes as they carried the hot chocolate to the table and Bodhi joined them while Kay watched.