He’d returned from his mission and headed for the ship’s mess for sustenance before he began making dinner – Akuliina certainly wasn’t going to touch anything in the kitchen, the woman would survive on canned legumes and sweet ices if it wasn’t for him…
Or would she? He stepped into the mess and stopped short. His wife was holding a root vegetable and viciously stabbing it with a fork, as if it were a particularly nasty Jedi. “What are you doing?”
“Enjoying myse- what does it look like I’m doing?” she demanded. “What are you doing back so soon? I thought you wouldn’t be finished for another hour.”
“Things went exceptionally well this time. I think that one has enough holes in it.”
“The holonet said to do it, or else it would explode when cooked,” she grumbled, putting it down and moving on to the next one and stabbing it with equal enthusiasm.
“That is correct,” he said. “Would you like any help?”
The glare she gave him would have fried the roots on their own without any help from the oven. “No. I can do this. Go away.”
“As you wish, my lady.”
Emperor’s breath, she was adorable when she tried new things.