Grey Eyes
"Well?"
"My taste receptors indicate that it is both edible and 'tastes good' this time. It does suggest that the bottom was dangerously close to being burnt."
Jasper let out a sigh as he looked at his latest creation. They were nothing complex, simple pastries made from a flake, buttery dough wrapped in a crescent shape around what would typically be put in a pizza. The Jedi Master had never been a cook before trying his hand at it upon his return, so he wanted to start with something more in his comfort zone. It was edible and would taste good, according to

"I'll take it, I guess," he shrugged. "Edible is better than last time. That's a win in my book."
"Jasper..." the Shard began, "Are... you eating the ones you burnt?"
"Huh?" Jasper reacted, pausing for a moment. "Oh, it's fine. I'd rather they not go to waste. We'll save the others for everyone else."
Phyla pouted a little at the words of her guardian, but new better than to press Jasper on it. He was nothing if not strangely stubborn about those sorts of things, so she wasn't going to made a big deal out of it. It wasn't exactly wrong not to want to waste food, just weird. Then again, she wasn't the same sort of lifeform he was. She always did think differently.
The shard's photoreceptor eyes blinked for a moment, her gaze shifting towards the front door. A shuttle landing on the guest platform.
"I believe Master Noble is here," Phyla relayed to her guardian.
"Ah, thanks," Jasper nodded, ruffling her synthetic hair before setting off to open the door.
The Jedi Master would open the door and stand outside, waiting to welcome his teacher in...