Home is where the tart is [Open]

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Despite not requiring much in the way of food, Zouichi did know how to cook. But with friends and acquaintances from wildly different backgrounds, he figured he could stand to expand his repertoire. So today he was trying out desserts. The inside of one of the Sensoriums had been transformed into a brightly-lit kitchen, its counters covered with baking pans, bowls, fruit, flour, and a multitude of other ingredients.

Zouichi, wearing a dark blue apron, was just taking a batch of chilled dough out of the refrigerator, rolling it carefully out between waxed paper sheets. It was looking pretty good, or so he thought. Nothing had even exploded yet!

From somewhere within the kitchen, the smell of cake wafted up into the air. Caaake.

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Yeah." He nods, a little solemn.

Because he's not going to stop worrying about you just because you're off the ship, Zou. And odds are he'll never know what happens to you afterwards, whether you save your world or die trying or both. So not cool, Zou.

But onto happier subjects! "So I hear we got a real Han Solo on board. How do you think he'll react when we tell him we got a carbonite version of him in someone's basement?"

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Well, Howard, if you ever die and become a ghost, you can haunt Zouichi and find out.

He raised an eyebrow. "I think he'll be either appalled or flattered. Maybe both. It's not every day someone commissions a statue of you."

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"You'd think if someone was going to make a statue of you, they'd choose the highlights of your life. Not the 'frozen in carbonite' moments."

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[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"I don't know about you," Zouichi said, "But my proudest moments have been the ones in which I've been captured and encased in carbonite for the personal enjoyment of a discriminating private collector."