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Plugging Count's Kafe because I hate to see my pup sitting at 997 views... If you haven't already, come have a sneak peek into this one shot AU where the disaster lineage hold a kaf shop on Coruscant...
'Mokafs?' She asks brightly. 'And a Corellian sugar puff?' 'Ah yes, here,' the Mirialan woman says, turning to her. 'The cinatin mokaf is for Shaak, so is the pastry.' 'What?' The Togruta exclaims. 'Luminara, again? You have to stop!' 'Why should I?' The Togruta accepts the pastry from Ahsoka with a sheepish smile. 'Ahsoka, can't you make her stop?' She asks her. 'I don't think I've ever spent my own money in this cafe.' 'You should strive to arrive first,' says Unduli' 'You're always twenty minutes early, what am I to do!' 'Maybe try to frown and look put off when you eat?' Ahsoka offers with a mischievous look at the Mirialan Jedi. 'Maybe Master Unduli would tire of feeding you sweets then.' Unduli shakes her head. 'You would have made a great negotiator if you'd joined our Order Ahsoka, but I can't have you put such ideas in Shaak's head now.' Shaak Ti is in no danger however, sighing as she is around a mouthful of pastry, icing sugar already smeared over her cheeks. 'It's a good idea,' she says, hiding her mouth behind delicate fingers, 'but I don't think I could manage. This is just so nice.' 'Master Unduli's win then.' 'As it should be,' Unduli agrees, taking a sip from her mokaf, a picture of serenity.
Couldn't make the colours gel really well, but did manage to give Anakin an apron that says Count's Kafe lol
