“You…don’t know how to cook?”

As a Jedi Master, it was vital to ensure your Padawan was aptly educated in a diverse range of sectors. Some found Lightsaber techniques a suitable start, others contended that without conquering the ways of the Force, learning the ways of the blade was unavailing. Or there was another outlandish manner to commence training.

Depa Billaba had taught Caleb Dume basic life skills to begin—to fortify the mind and set the foundation of skills. The most profound one being how to cook simple meals for himself. So now Kanan Jarrus would do just as his Master had done with you. Training Ezra had been a journey or five, but now with you in tow, it was only pertinent that Kanan took you under his wing as well.

So came Cooking 101 with Kanan. You appeared marginally less amped and fervent, your frown betraying your disappointment. Ezra had donned that exact grimace. Just like him, you were eager to plummet right into swinging a lightsaber. Kanan hadn’t even permitted you to touch his yet, let alone have one of your very own.

Cooking was not just an expertise of sustaining oneself. Discipline was one, confidence was another. These notions were rudimentary for a Jedi, and this was a simplistic way of indoctrinating said skills. It would be tedious, yes, but after leading you into the cozy kitchen on The Ghost, Kanan allowed you to decide what the two of you would cook…so long as you had the ingredients of course.

Everyone else was already out, with Hera and Sabine acquiring supplies for The Ghost while Zeb, Ezra and Chopper had…actually Kanan wasn’t sure what those three were doing…

Flipping through the pages, Kanan’s teal eyes flitted over the neat Aurebesh complete with hand drawn pictures of said dishes, squinting as a low hum was cloaked behind his pursed lips. His chestnut hair was already tied back, not even a loose strand visible as per usual. Clearly prepared.

“There’s Jogan Fruit Pie…Fral, that doesn’t sound bad…Oorp…? Hang on, did I read that right?”