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Cookery class is open again

The professor is clearly distracted, with something on his mind.

Oh, look, um ...

He throws a book onto the table. It's a French cookbook.

Well, ...

There are croaks from under the table. Angry croaks.

Yes, okay. Cookery class is open. And ... um ... French cooking is forbidden.

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Han checks in, and starts in on something that looks semi-complicated. He's gotten a new recipe and wants to surprise his family.

Hank walks in with a bag of miscellaneous foodstuffs and spots Han.

"Greetings, Han. I haven't seen you the past few days; how are things going?"

As he's talking, Hank is unpacking some fresh vegetables and rinsing them in the sink.

"Hi Hank. Things are...interesting. But good. We had some trouble over the weekend. But it's all taken care of. I aced the bio test too." He layers another sheet of phyllo in the pan. "How about you, pal?"

After washing the veggies, Hank starts ripping lettuce and spinach leaves, dumping them into a large salad bowl. He then starts chopping up some tomatoes, olives, celery and artichokes.

With a joking smile, Hank says, "Surprisingly, nothing of importance is going on in my life. I've been feeling a bit of a malaise; it seems that the school has forgotten about me."

"They're all busy. The teachers are loading it on, and with this Kitty thing..." He pours the honey sauce over the finished pan and puts it in the over. "Everyone's kinda preoccupied. Even me." He looks down, a little embarassed. "Bagoas moved in."

Hank stops chopping bell peppers and looks up at Han in pleasant surprise.

"He did? How wonderful for the both of you!"

Grinning, Hank dumps all the chopped veggies into the salad bowl with the greens and turns to the sink to wash his hands.

"I take it that your earlier confrontation has been positively resolved then. When should I come by with a house-warming gift?"

Han laughs. "Nobody's coming aboard for a while, I'm afraid. We're still repairing and cleaning from the break-in. Besides, he just got all his stuff over and is seriously redecorating his cabin."

He gets serious for a minute. "Thanks for listening the other day, man. And any time you want a rematch, let me know."

Hank gets out some clean salad tongs and starts mixing the salad. When he speaks, his tone is somewhere between serious and distracted.

"Break-in? What break-in? I have been oblivious the last few days, haven't I.

"In any case, everyone needs someone to talk to, on occasion. Knowing what little I do about your past, I'm honored that you trust me enough to come to me."

"Ah, last Saturday Jayne and somebody else took it into their heads that my place needed some redecorating. Blew a meter hole in the side of the lady, smashed everything they could, shredded my clothes and set fire to my bunk. Nobody got hurt, and we're pretty much back to normal. Got a new bed at the Emporium, and moved back into my cabin last night."

"You're still oblivious, big guy. You didn't even ask when or why I'd gotten my ear done." Han shows the black titanium ring with black bead on it.

Hank's eyebrows shoot up and he turns and stares directly at Han.

"They blew a hole in your ship?! Have the perpretrators been appropriately... reprimanded yet, or is some retribution still in order?"

Hank's gaze flicks to Han's new earring and a slightly guilty look passes over his face.

"My goodness. I truly didn't notice; my apologies. May I take a closer look?" He approaches Han and raises a hand towards the adornment.

"Jayne's sitting in jail and they haven't caught up with the other yet. We got some battleship steel to patch the lady with."

Han tips his head. "Just be gentle, it's still a little tender. Bagoas and I got them done yesterday at Red's."

Hank files away the information about Jayne for later use and lifts the earring with a single claw. His touch is surprisingly delicate and gentle.

"It's very nice. Is Bagoas' identical to this one?"

"Yeah. He picked 'em out. Feels like an awful big responsibility, though, taking care of him."

Hank releases the earring and steps back slightly. He looks at Han with a sympathetic look and tells him, "I think that you are, perhaps, taking on more responsibility than is strictly necessary. I know that you love Bagoas and that you feel highly protective of him, but he's not as fragile as you sometimes treat him."

"You didn't see him when he was sick." That's all Han can muster to say about the dreadful night of the fear toxin. "I know he's not made of glass, but I've hurt him so badly just by being my own stupid self, and I don't want to do it again."

Hanks sighs.

"I can't really respond to that. The best advice I can offer at the moment is to take a moment and think about what you do before you do it."

Hank starts, looks down at Han's dish and grins.

"Shouldn't you keep working on that? I believe that Bagoas would prefer it cooked."

The grin is infectious. Han pops the pan of baklava into the oven and starts on the stir-fry he'll be having for lunch.

"I know better now. I understand a lot more than I did even two weeks ago. And now that I know what he wants and why he wants it, I can handle it."

He checks the rice and dumps the shredded meat and vegetables into one of the woks. "So where have you been keeping yourself? You missed the big party at the Efferton place too."

Turning back to his dish, Hank crumbles some feta cheese over the full salad bowl, then softly curses under his breath and puts it all into the refridgerator. He then pulls the final objects out of his bag: a small bottle of extra-virgin olive oil, a small bottle of red wine vinegar and a container of dried basil.

"I've been hiding out in my room, mainly. Since Locker 327 returned me, the sheer mass of people at the school occasionally overwhelms me a trifle and I need to retreat. Parents Weekend was just a tad too much."

The last part of the sentence is muffled as Hank rummages in the cabinets and finally finds an appropriately sized bowl before making the oil-and-vinegar dressing for the salad.

"However, I did hear about the Efferton party and I'm reasonably sure that I'm glad I missed it. By all accounts, it was rather wild, even for Fandom."

"Everyone needs a break sometimes, Big Blue. You want some stir-fry? The party was something. Weird music, lots of costumes, a creepy butler, moving statues, and kids singing...in Old Corellian."

He gives the wok a stir that's a little too hard,

"We had a good time, though. My costume got destroyed, so Bagoas dressed me to match him. Greek god and goddess."

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