Second floor common room [afternoon]

[momslilassassin]

Ben had been given a rare morning off from his normal weekly asskicking via lightsaber sparring session, and he'd used that time in the salle instead. There were less bruises (both to the body and to the ego) involved in that kind of training, and now he was flopped comfortably on a sofa in the common room, idly flipping channels between bites of cereal.

Ben was not exactly a gourmet chef.

He'd currently stopped on some cooking show, hoping to get tips from a clearly deranged person who matched her shirt to the window treatments.