Sorelledolce [let's call it Sunday]

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Ben was starting to feel at home on Sorelledolce: he had a routine for getting produce for the week at the same store, where the older man behind the counter insisted on spoiling the baby with strawberries, plums or apples, depending on what he had available when they arrived. He'd then get bread at another shop (and a roll for Val to gnaw on), and then a coffee for himself (and an espresso cup full of whipped cream that Val smeared all over her face, to her great delight) before heading back to the ship.

He kept up his normal one-sided conversation with his daughter as they walked. "That's a puppy, Val," Ben explained. "And that's a chicken! And that's a lady who's glaring at us for no real reason but we're going to walk faster anyway..."

Just another Sunday morning. Ben kind of loved his quiet little life.

[OOC: For calls or the boy!]

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"I'm a star at fellation," Ender said, pecking him on the cheek.

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Ben blushed bright red. "Yes, yes you are," he agreed.

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"But let's get dinner out of the way," Ender said, smiling softly. "You look exhausted."

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"She's getting heavier than she looks," Ben said, flopping into a chair.

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"On the upside," Ender said, "We're halfway to her carrying her own weight."

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"True enough," Ben said, "but that means she's growing up and I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet."

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"Technically," Ender said fondly, "We still have her for about fifteen years, at the very least."

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Ben let out a low chuckle. "Also true. Longer, if you count the time that's passing while we're in stasis."

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"That depends," Ender said. "Can you still feel the Force if you're in stasis?"

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"Not really," Ben said. "I mean it's there because it's always there, but I'm not aware enough to process it."

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"At least I know you and Val won't be talking behind my back," Ender teased.

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Ben gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek. "Never. We'll talk about you to your face."

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"At least make sure it's in the third person," Ender said.

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"Just for you," Ben promised, nodding Very Sincerely.

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Ender kissed him softly, and then walked over to collect their food. "Time to dig in."

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"And then maybe a bath?" Ben suggested.

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Ender let out a soft laugh as he walked into the dining room. "Sure," he said. "If that's what you'd like."

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"I like time with you," Ben said, smiling up at him.

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"Grab some plates, will you?" Ender asked, smiling back at him.

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"Of course," Ben said, getting up to do the chore instead of taking the lazy way out and using the Force. He was pretty proud of himself.

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Ender knew him well enough to notice, so he flashed Ben a little smile as he started dividing food across their plates.

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"You've made good dinner, kreetle," Ben said, smiling down at it.

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"The microwave has," Ender corrected him. "If I tried to cook this, I'm sure it'd be either under- or overspiced in the worst possible way."

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"Give yourself some credit," Ben said, eyes sparkling. "You haven't over-salted something since we arrived on this planet."

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"I haven't cooked anything myself since we arrived on this planet," Ender said, pushing Ben's plate towards him. "But nice try."