“— And then you stir the sugar with the jogan juice and one teaspoon of extract. Drizzle the sugar icing before slicing to serve.”
“Sounds delicious, Sir,” Cody replied warmly, silently sliding the new power pack into his blaster.
“I can’t thank you enough, Cody,” Obi-Wan said, sounds of mixing batter in the background coming to a stop for a moment. “I’m sorry I ruined your quiet evening. I shouldn’t have troubled you in the first place.”
Cody dodged around a shipping container, daring the plastic bag full of icing sugar to make a sound and give his position away. “You’re no trouble, Sir,” he assured and huffed out a quiet laugh at the murmured “I’ve heard differently” before moving to the next cover. “As long as I get my promised cake slice, it’s all good.”
“You’re too good to me, Commander.” The mixing started up again. “When will you arrive at the Temple?”
“ETA 30 minutes, Sir,” Cody replied absently, rolling his shoulders in preparation as he stepped out of the shadows and into the thugs’ view. “See you soon, General.” He switched off the comm and turned his attention back to the advancing bandits. “I had to take this call. Where were we?”
