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Who: Kylo Ren and Armitage Hux
What: serious talks while cooking because that's a great idea
Where: at their house
When: evening of Feb 9th
Warnings: they are terrible people who do terrible things so most likely mentions of murder/genocide, destruction, all that lovely stuff.

I can't believe you talked me into this.

[It wasn't the first time he had said that since Kylo had decided that he needed to learn how to cook. All his life he had been taunted for being the bastard son of a kitchen maid, he had sworn that he would rise above that and prove that he was better than where he was from.

But, as much he had hated to admit it, Kylo had a point. Cooking would be a useful skill here and he should at least know the basics aside from knowing how to make coffee.

He snatched the knife from Kylo, ignoring the bubbling of the pot behind him. They had the house to themselves, he didn't know where Anakin had wandered off to but he wasn't concerned. It gave him and Kylo some relative quiet for a bit.]

I don't need you to tell me how to chop something. [He said as he looked at the cutting board thoughtfully. This couldn't be more difficult than anything else he had never learned. He carefully positioned his hands as he started to cut, making sure each piece was exactly the same shape as each other.]

I would never have thought you had any kind of cooking skills before we came here. Is it a part of Jedi training? [It was a question he would never have asked if Snoke was around but the circumstances were different now.]

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That's probably for the best. [He didn't know if the galaxy could survive another Hux. The next one would likely tear a hole in the time-space continuum that sent them all hurtling towards their doom as it destroyed everything.]

[Kylo looked miserable as he answered, his face troubled as the two sides within him warred back and forth.] I don't know what I want anymore. [He'd thought he was set on one path only: to become a Sith Lord. But since arriving here, all he'd felt was the confusion within him growing even more. Now he felt he was caught between many choices, all of them with potential, but none of them looking like the right one. He was trying to sort himself out, but with no luck. Talking with Hux had just distressed him even further instead of helping.]

I won't. And by the way, you forgot about the salad again. The vegetables are still lying there, half chopped on the countertop. While Hux sorted that out, Kylo would be dubiously peering at the pasta and sauce. The former was mostly a rubbery lump and destined to be extremely chewy. But even it had fared better than the red sauce, which had black burnt bits running all the way through it. Kylo tentatively poked at it with a fork. Well, he had better get it over with. He picked up a small bite and ate it. The taste was overwhelmingly of burnt sauce, and true to his prediction, the pasta was extremely overcooked.]

It's...edible. [So that was one point in Hux's favor.]

I'm surprised. I've never heard you so doubtful. [Then again, they never really had talked back in their own galaxy aside from arguments. Everything was an argument whether it was just trying to co-exist on one star destroyer or trying to coordinate their efforts to fight the Republic and the Resistance.]

I've always known what I wanted. I never had a moment of doubt. [Granted it had been a choice that had been presented to him as long as he could remember. Follow Tarkin's footsteps but never settle to be just a Grand Moff. The galaxy was his for the taking and he had never lost sight of it.

But...here there were complications. There was no galaxy to conquer and no Resistance to fight. And fighting with Kylo was now over just blankets at night. Hux had stopped trying to suffocate Kylo and he wasn't sure why that was.

He grabbed the bowl to put the vegetables, looking up with a smirk as he watched Kylo eat. He knew the meal was a disaster but it was worth it just to watch him try to choke it down.

He returned to the table with the salad- this time with the lettuce. He wouldn't eat the pasta or the sauce and instead just helped himself to the salad. ]

Well, there's something, I never knew I could make editable food.

Then you're fortunate. My life has been filled with nothing but doubts. [First, Ben had never known whether he was truly loved or not by his parents. Despite all the love they showed him, their neglect had allowed something dark to grow in his heart. Then he'd been set on the path of the Jedi, all the while wondering if he was doing what he truly wanted to. When he turned to the Dark Side, he thought that would silence the doubts forever. Instead, he found that he was as lost as he'd ever been. Nothing had ever truly made them leave no matter what he did.

Here, training with the Force users of old, he finally had the opportunity to seek out a different path. While he was resistant to change, he had found that doing so might be for the better. It might preserve what was left of his soul and sanity.]

I said it was edible. I didn't say it was good. You take a bite now. [He pushed the plate of pasta over towards Hux. One bite had been more than enough for him.]

Well, your parents and Leader Snoke aren't here. You can figure out what you want. [He pointed out thoughtfully. It was something he was having to figure out here.

Since the day he was born he had been set on the path of becoming more than Tarkin, someone to re-establish the glory of the Empire. It became his entire life, he had never even thought he could do anything different. It became his identity so now that he was away from all of that, he wasn't sure what was left.]

I wasn't expecting it to be good, you don't have to spare my feelings or anything ridiculous like that. [He looked down at the bowl, wrinkling his nose. It looked disgusting but his pride made him pick up the fork and take a bite. He grimaced but forced himself to swallow.] That is disgusting.

[He would never admit but he had a new respect for Kylo's talent in the kitchen now more than ever.]

If I knew what I wanted, I wouldn't have the doubts in the first place. [His eyes were stormy, thoughts of the past rising up behind them. He'd always had just one singular goal he could really think of in his life: he wanted power. Enough of it to know he was the best and that he never had to be afraid of anything ever again. He would do whatever it took to gain it. All this time, he'd thought it his path lay with Snoke. Being here, he wasn't so sure anymore.]

Don't worry. You'll do better next time. [Yep. He was already planning for there to be a next time with Hux in the kitchen. Maybe this meal had just been too ambitious for him. They could start off with something smaller. Surely, he couldn't mess up something simple as oatmeal, could he?]

You have your grandfather here, I'm sure he can help you figure it out. [Hux remarked as he pushed the bowl away. He hated to waste the food but no one could eat what he cooked without being sick eventually.

He shoved the salad bowl towards Kylo, at least they had that.]

There will be a next time? You saw what I did with the pasta. [He wasn't ashamed to admit that his cooking skills were not impressive.]

I hope so. [He could sense a great deal of turmoil in Anakin, much more than he would have suspected for the legendary man known as Darth Vader. It had been quite a surprise. He would have expected his idol to have it a little more together.]

Kylo pours a good amount of dressing on the salad, stabbing a fork into it. At least Hux hadn't been able to mess this up, so they wouldn't starve to death tonight.]

Of course there's going to be a next time. You're not going to get any better unless you practice. I think we'll try breakfast next. [If all else fails, he can at least make toast and cereal. Maybe eggs, if Kylo is feeling especially ambitious in Hux's skills.]

In the meanwhile, you have training to occupy you at least. [he pointed out as he watched Ren dump dressing on his salad, raising his eyebrows in silent but clear judgment.

He liked the taste of fresh fruits and vegetables since they were so rare for him so he couldn't understand why Kylo liked to drench his salad like that.]

Fine. But I don't want to hear you complain if my cooking makes you sick. [Hux remarked as he ate. The salad turned out decently so that was a start.] Are you going to have me make breakfast?

[He couldn't deny, at least to himself, that he liked how Kylo made eggs. But he wouldn't say that aloud, it seemed so silly to look forward to something like eggs in the morning.]

I'll be fine. I've digested worse than your cooking. Can't think of when it was right now, but it's definitely happened. [He wondered if the general might be messing things up on purpose to poison him, but Hux didn't seem to have put that much thought into this disaster of a meal ahead of time.]

We'll start you off with something small. I doubt even you could mess up toast. [Then again, seeing the results of this last culinary adventure had left Kylo with some doubts.]

Oh how reassuring. [He knew full well his cooking skills were almost non-existent. Perhaps it had to do with some subconscious refusal to learn because of who his mother had been but he didn't bring that up. He knew Kylo was aware he was a bastard but he had never mentioned who his mother was. It wasn't something he was eager to share.]

I'm sure I could handle toast, it doesn't look that complicated. [He had his doubts as well but he wouldn't back down from a challenge.] I did manage the salad.

[This was why they complimented each other so well. Kylo did the cooking and Hux cleaned everything up. Between the two of them, they made for a fully functioning adult. With how the two of them were stunted, it was the best that they could hope for.]

Good. Tomorrow, we shall try bacon and eggs. [He looks far too pleased as he looks Hux over. They'll be having these little experiments until Kylo is sure that Hux isn't going to starve should Kylo Ren end up completely incapacitated.]

If you're going to teach me how to cook, I'm going to teach you to do laundry and make the bed. If something happens to me, I would hate to think that you're just going to go around wearing dirty clothes that haven't been washed in days.

[He figured that even if Kylo was a slob he could at least learn basic skills as well. Even if he struggled to get Kylo to put dirty clothes in the laundry hamper he was sure that he could teach him how to use the washing machine.]

I know how to do laundry. I just choose not to. [Which really doesn't help his case. It's one thing to not know how to do something out of sheer ignorance. It's another not to do it out of laziness.] But I would like to learn how to make the bed the way you do. You could bounce a coin off of it.

You only think you do. I doubt you know how to do laundry without getting the clothes wrinkled. [Hux was a perfectionist even when it came to chores, he couldn't help it.]

I'll teach you then, it's not that complicated once you know how to do it. [Hux was surprised that Kylo wanted to learn to make a bed properly.] It just takes practice.

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