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[jedi_librettist]

Ben picked a seat in the corner of the galley. There was something homey and comforting about watching his brother cook. The last of the tension he'd carried melted away.

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[jedi_librettist]

"Not as much as you did."

And it's clear Ben's tastebuds have changed over the years. He eats the burnt ones with the same enjoyment as when he ate the good ones.

[middleoftheforce]

"With good reason."

He had gotten pretty sick from burnt flatcakes, once, years and years ago. It left a bitter taste. It's still odd to see his brother eat them with such enjoyment, even despite that.

[jedi_librettist]

"Good thing I never got as sick from food as you did."

[middleoftheforce]

"Still don't know how that happened."

They had both ate the same meal, after all. And yet, he had ended up sick.

[jedi_librettist]

"Your sensitive stomach. And you ate more than I did."

It was just a guess, really. He couldn't think of any better explanation.

[middleoftheforce]

"...Yeah it's not a sensitive stomach. Shit I've put in there..."

[jedi_librettist]

"I've probably eaten worse. Slime pods would probably have given you indigestion."

[middleoftheforce]

And that makes Solo pause.

"I ... really don't want to know."

[jedi_librettist]

Ben shrugs and keeps eating. It's not something he really wants to talk about, either.

[middleoftheforce]

His brother couldn't blame it, and he ate another bit of the pastry in silence.

[jedi_librettist]

"Have you done the Kessel Run?"

[middleoftheforce]

"Shaved half a parsec off Dad's best time." There's a smirk there, because he had worked hard to do that and he's damn proud of the achievement.

[jedi_librettist]

"So is Dad more proud of you or mad he has a new record to beat?"

Ben's beaming because his brother's a damn good pilot. He's proud of who Bail has become.

[middleoftheforce]

"Both," the answer comes with a shrug. As proud as Han was, the Kessel Run was a record he was fiercely protective of.

[jedi_librettist]

"He's trying to make it in eleven parsecs now, isn't he?"

[middleoftheforce]

"Pretty much."

It was kind of hilarious. He suspected that there would be a constant challenge between him and Han, to see who could get to ten parsecs first.

[jedi_librettist]

Ben smirked. "I'll probably make it in eleven parsers before he does."

[middleoftheforce]

That got an eyebrow raise.

"You fly?"

[jedi_librettist]

"I won the Boonta Eve last year."

[middleoftheforce]

Another stare.

"You... pod-race?"

[jedi_librettist]

A nod.

"It was Grandfather's idea."

[middleoftheforce]

A sigh.

"Of course it was."

Because there is no way a son of Han Solo got the idea to pod-race on his own.

[jedi_librettist]

Ben grins.

"You should try it. You'd probably be good at it since you've made the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs."

[middleoftheforce]

"I don't know if piloting a ship translates to racing a pod."

[jedi_librettist]

"It's piloting. In the atmosphere, really fast, with other people trying to sabotage you. It's how Grandfather learned to fly."