What a fussy, bristly man. Jyn has to fight the urge to roll her eyes at K2's dramatics -- because he is being dramatic -- and she only just barely stops herself, distracted by the soup set in front of her.
Once it's there she knows she's going to have to stop herself from inhaling it all at once and then finding herself utterly sick.
"Thanks. Are you going to eavesdrop on us when we're married as well?" Jyn figures she might as well ask K2 right out. She doesn't really mind, because she knew he was there, but she does also figure it wouldn't hurt to prepare herself for being watched with slightly less disdain than they'd showed her in prison.
K2 is the most fussy. "No. It will be unnecessary because you will be married and whatever you do isn't anyone's business. I will, however, still be with Cassian in Fest per the usual nature of my job." There's a pause. "You're both welcome, for the soup. Do you need anything else?"
Cassian shakes his head. "I'd tell you that you don't need to wait outside the door, but that's pointless. Thank you."
"Well I'm not going to wait here." He bristles again, though maybe he's mostly worried Cassian is giving up his own happiness when he might not need to. Either way, K2 bows slightly to both of them before leaving the room. He closes the door behind him, and even though it's still open a crack, it's a smaller crack than it was before. Call it a good gesture.
Cassian nods towards the soups. "Is it still too hot to touch or hold?"
Jyn scoops up the bowl before answering. It is definitely too hot to hold in her bare hands, which she discovers very quickly, gathering her skirt in one hand and settling the bowl in it before lifting it up with the delicate layers of fabric protecting her hands.
"Yes, it is far too hot." A beat, her eyes fluttering closed as she takes a deep breath. "But it smells so good."
She doesn't want to wait to eat it, but she knows she will just burn her tongue if she tries so she contents herself with breathing in the steam until it cools. She blows on it a bit, though she doesn't think it'll help much, at least she can focus on the way the steam twirls into little tornadoes. And, "At least I've found a use for this stupid dress."
He watches her problem solving with a very quiet amusement, still feeling a little awkward over the way he'd stiffened up. It helps to imagine the conniption Draven would probably be having right now, but she's very creative.
"It's a thick enough fabric to mask the heat, the material is from Fest. I wonder if this room has a blanket."
He climbs up off the sofa to do just that, but pauses at the sight of the soup on the table. "Unless you don't mind me using the tray."
There is so much pale leg showing thanks to her gathered skirts that if K2 peeked through the door he might also have a conniption. If only. Both of them walking in at the same time would be a riot.
She looks up at him and shakes her head. "It's alright. Unless you'd like to use my dress. It would look quite fetching on you." Her expression stays perfectly straight and composed, no hint of humor. He would look rather pretty in her dress.
He is very aware of her leg and he is stubbornly not looking, even though the temptation is there. He's not about to do that to her.
Cassian lifts up the tray and shoots her a little bit of a look before he settles back down next to her on the couch. He stays just as straight and composed. "The color would suit me, but I'm afraid it's probably too small."
"It would be a bit snug, I suppose, but that is what the corset is for, isn't it? Squeeze it all in." He's right though, the color would suit him. The pale blue is almost the exact shade of her pale skin, though Jyn is more of a rosy pale, but on Cassian it would make his tan skin practically glow.
Maybe she just wants everyone else to suffer the same discomfort as her. She'd gotten used to pants.
He cares. So he does not look, because his self control is most excellent.
"I'd be more concerned about the shoulders. It'd have to be fitted." He's much broader than she is too, ok.
The blue doesn't wash out Jyn completely, but it is kind of too light for her. They should have given her a darker blue, if they were determined to stick to blues and whites.
"The off the shoulder look would be quite fetching on you." Ah yes, Jyn is back to being forward, which is a good sign, at least.
The soup is still too hot to eat, but she lifts it up to sip at the broth anyway, closing her eyes as the warmth spreads through her almost immediately. It's mild and a bit bland, but she knows that is what her body needs right now so she will suck it up.
Besides, they have a dinner later, she can overindulge and make herself sick then.
He takes it as a good sign, even at his own expense. "Even if the material is torn and not sewn that way? "
Cassian stirs his own soup, scooping up a tiny bit of the broth in his spoon. He blows on it, then sips it, wrinkling his nose a bit because it's still ridiculously hot. He drops his voice, so their guest outside won't hear. "It makes me wonder just how hot K2 asked them to boil it."
As for K2. "Perhaps he was hoping it would scald my throat and you would have a silent wife. Or maybe he wanted you to stop promising me Fest would be different from Alderaan."
So many options, really. Maybe he just didn't want it to get cold on his walk to bring it to him and he'd noticed Jyn has eschew shoes and needed the warm up and was being nice but that seems far more unlikely that being a butthead.
The back of his neck goes faintly red, and it serves as a reminder that he'll probably need to practice having zero reactions to her occasional too-flirty statements. It can't really be real, so he takes it mostly as her trying to get a rise of some sort out of him.
"Too many tears would make it far too cold for the weather." He gives himself a second to sip more of the broth. "Even K2 knows Fest is different. Mine is just as hot, so unless he's trying to burn my throat as well, we can cross that theory off too. He probably just wanted to make sure it stayed warm, but he's a terrible judge on these things."
There's a hint of satisfaction that he barely reacts to her, the lack of reaction is it's own reaction and Jyn basks in it, half smirking against the rim of her bowl as she gives it another sip.
Sure, it's hot enough to burn, but it's still so good she doesn't even care.
She looks up at him over the bowl, thoughtful. He's not as terrible as she'd imagined and he seems to be trying awfully hard to make this as easy on the both of them as he possibly can. It's... nice, which is a strange change of pace she isn't used to. "If you say so."
There is going to be a lot of pomp and circumstance in the following days and she's content to bask in the quiet for now, sipping her soup silently and steeling herself for dinner.
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Once it's there she knows she's going to have to stop herself from inhaling it all at once and then finding herself utterly sick.
"Thanks. Are you going to eavesdrop on us when we're married as well?" Jyn figures she might as well ask K2 right out. She doesn't really mind, because she knew he was there, but she does also figure it wouldn't hurt to prepare herself for being watched with slightly less disdain than they'd showed her in prison.
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Cassian shakes his head. "I'd tell you that you don't need to wait outside the door, but that's pointless. Thank you."
"Well I'm not going to wait here." He bristles again, though maybe he's mostly worried Cassian is giving up his own happiness when he might not need to. Either way, K2 bows slightly to both of them before leaving the room. He closes the door behind him, and even though it's still open a crack, it's a smaller crack than it was before. Call it a good gesture.
Cassian nods towards the soups. "Is it still too hot to touch or hold?"
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"Yes, it is far too hot." A beat, her eyes fluttering closed as she takes a deep breath. "But it smells so good."
She doesn't want to wait to eat it, but she knows she will just burn her tongue if she tries so she contents herself with breathing in the steam until it cools. She blows on it a bit, though she doesn't think it'll help much, at least she can focus on the way the steam twirls into little tornadoes. And, "At least I've found a use for this stupid dress."
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"It's a thick enough fabric to mask the heat, the material is from Fest. I wonder if this room has a blanket."
He climbs up off the sofa to do just that, but pauses at the sight of the soup on the table. "Unless you don't mind me using the tray."
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She looks up at him and shakes her head. "It's alright. Unless you'd like to use my dress. It would look quite fetching on you." Her expression stays perfectly straight and composed, no hint of humor. He would look rather pretty in her dress.
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Cassian lifts up the tray and shoots her a little bit of a look before he settles back down next to her on the couch. He stays just as straight and composed. "The color would suit me, but I'm afraid it's probably too small."
She is not his size at all!
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"It would be a bit snug, I suppose, but that is what the corset is for, isn't it? Squeeze it all in." He's right though, the color would suit him. The pale blue is almost the exact shade of her pale skin, though Jyn is more of a rosy pale, but on Cassian it would make his tan skin practically glow.
Maybe she just wants everyone else to suffer the same discomfort as her. She'd gotten used to pants.
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"I'd be more concerned about the shoulders. It'd have to be fitted." He's much broader than she is too, ok.
The blue doesn't wash out Jyn completely, but it is kind of too light for her. They should have given her a darker blue, if they were determined to stick to blues and whites.
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The soup is still too hot to eat, but she lifts it up to sip at the broth anyway, closing her eyes as the warmth spreads through her almost immediately. It's mild and a bit bland, but she knows that is what her body needs right now so she will suck it up.
Besides, they have a dinner later, she can overindulge and make herself sick then.
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Cassian stirs his own soup, scooping up a tiny bit of the broth in his spoon. He blows on it, then sips it, wrinkling his nose a bit because it's still ridiculously hot. He drops his voice, so their guest outside won't hear. "It makes me wonder just how hot K2 asked them to boil it."
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As for K2. "Perhaps he was hoping it would scald my throat and you would have a silent wife. Or maybe he wanted you to stop promising me Fest would be different from Alderaan."
So many options, really. Maybe he just didn't want it to get cold on his walk to bring it to him and he'd noticed Jyn has eschew shoes and needed the warm up and was being nice but that seems far more unlikely that being a butthead.
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"Too many tears would make it far too cold for the weather." He gives himself a second to sip more of the broth. "Even K2 knows Fest is different. Mine is just as hot, so unless he's trying to burn my throat as well, we can cross that theory off too. He probably just wanted to make sure it stayed warm, but he's a terrible judge on these things."
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Sure, it's hot enough to burn, but it's still so good she doesn't even care.
She looks up at him over the bowl, thoughtful. He's not as terrible as she'd imagined and he seems to be trying awfully hard to make this as easy on the both of them as he possibly can. It's... nice, which is a strange change of pace she isn't used to. "If you say so."
There is going to be a lot of pomp and circumstance in the following days and she's content to bask in the quiet for now, sipping her soup silently and steeling herself for dinner.
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