There was cheese and milk sitting on the table when they headed back inside.
Everyone puttered about, commenting about how good the cheese was, how kind Beru was for bringing it.
Even Padmé was exclaiming over the fact the cheese was homemade.
No one understood.
No one could ever understand.
His mother was dead.
Dead!
But sure let's all have some blue milk cheese and it'll all be better.
He refused to touch it.
He'd sooner starve.
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Pew Pew: A Collection of Star Wars Shorts
FanfictionA collection of short fics written in response to prompts sent to me on tumblr
