Prompt: 91: Examine
Summary: Where Obi-Wan decides never to just try anything that’s sitting on Buffy’s kitchen table. Silly, stupid fic.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss owns all things Buffy. George owns all things Star Wars.
AN: Okay, so it’s been awhile since I did one of these, so this won’t be an official prompt response since I don’t think I can participate anymore. However, I hate leaving things unfinished. Thus she says while she breaks up another story arch she has already setup. I will get back to the ‘Kill Mace’ arch, promise. Just I got inspired for this and so this is what you get.
Special thanks, as always, to my lovely beta Charlotte.
Obi-Wan looked wearily at the bowl full of sickly green cream dessert that sat on Buffy’s kitchen table. Surely she didn’t expect...well, then again, it’s Buffy. She must be taking cooking lessons from Dex again, which unfortunately for Obi-Wan meant that he was going to be the official ‘taste-tester’.
Sith-spit, Dex. There was a reason he, Qui-Gon, and Anakin made him swear not to give her any more lessons.
Cautiously, Obi-Wan picked up the wooden spoon she had used to mix it. Carefully, he skimmed his finger over a small portion of the cream and lifted it close to his eyes for further examination. It had a pretty firm texture, but was still soft and, well, creamy.
He sniffed it. Smelled like applepears with a hint of some spice Obi-Wan couldn’t quite identify.
Now came the part he really didn’t want to do. Drawing a deep breath, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and quickly stuck his finger into his mouth. It tasted...good, actually: light, fluffy even. Whatever spice was in it added just the slightest kick, but didn’t overpower the fruity flavor.
Obi-Wan was impressed, very impressed.
“What are you doing?”
Buffy stood in the hallway entrance, her head tilted and a rather perplexed look on her face.
“I thought I’d try this dessert you made,” Obi-Wan said, eyeing the bowl. He’d rather like to have another taste of it.
He failed to notice Buffy lifting her eyebrow. “Dessert.”
“Yes,” he said, scooping up another finger full cream. “It’s really rather good.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“What’s it called?” he asked, putting his fingers into his mouth.
“Fdera’lle sa Quoy.”
Obi-Wan frowned and slowly lowered his fingers. “Fdera’lle sa Quoy? Isn’t that a - .”
“Herbal facial cream,” Buffy said with a tight, amused smile. “In fact, it’s a really expensive facial cream, so, if you’re finished snacking, I’d like to have it back.”
Looking away from her to try and salvage a bit of his dignity, Obi-Wan picked up the bowl and handed it over to her. “Right. Sorry about that.”
“Well, look at it this way, Ben. At least, you’ll have the softest, silkiest tongue in the Jedi Order.”