When they had downtime during the peaceful mission, he didn't have much planned. As always, he was likely going to spend it going over strategies or cleaning his blaster. Instead, his friend, Plo Koon's padawan, had him out in a field, far enough from their ships to ensure no prying eyes, but close enough for a quick return if the mission parameters changed for any reason. The landscape was bright, the air thick with the scent of unfamiliar flora and the chirps of unseen creatures.

He sat in the soft grass, his legs criss-crossed as he leaned forward and was probably too focused on his task. Did he ever think he would be in this situation? Definitely not. Yet, here he was, his helmet resting beside him along with his blaster. He had even removed his gloves earlier to work better with his fingers. His hand fumbled as he tried to tie the flower stems together to make the flower crown. He sighed after a moment and straightened his back before glancing over to the Padawan's work.