Proper Prior Planning Prevents Poor Podracing Performance

[Lief]

Thankfully Kiss followed, though she imagined he wasn't all that happy about it given the series of disgruntled beeps sent her way.

One of these days, she'd have to start learning binary for sure.

Soon enough girl and droid were moving into the galley, and there the datacards had already been acquired. Rhia squirmed with anticipation, practically bouncing on the spot as she watched her Master hand over one of those cards to the droid, blissfully unaware of the trickery about to go down.

And when the moment came, and the music - the wrong music, not that she knew enough to realize - played throughout the galley, Rhia's response was not exactly what one might have expected. Rather than lighting up, and letting out the excitement she'd bottled up within herself, she lifted both hands to her ears and winced.

While it wasn't necessarily unpleasant it certainly wasn't what she'd been expecting and that alone left the girl at a measurable loss for words. She inhaled slowly, trying to quieten her raging mind, and then began to remove her hands from where they'd clasped. Barely an inch of space was provided between hands and ears, enough that she could give it a second chance without leaving herself completely defenseless.

[member="Cotan Sar'andor"]

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

The nearly-millenium old song switched off, Kiss grumbling as he fully interfaced with the datacard. Cotan breathed a sigh of relief—truth be told, he didn't mind the song much, but he'd rather not give Rhia quite so jarring an exposure to the world of music—and waited while Kiss chose a song to play off of the datacard. It didn't take particularly long, but when the droid started playing Vode An he was still floored. He'd forgot he even had a bunch of old Mandalorian chants downloaded.

I forgot how old that datacard was, I guess.

He turned to Asha, and shrugged helplessly. "That's the problem with a droid like Kiss," he said over the music. "Can't trust him to just do what you ask." He glanced over to Rhia while she listened to the song. He knew he'd given her some of his old history books from when he lived at the Jedi temple, but he didn't know if she'd gotten to the ones that dealt with Mandalorians yet.

"Recognize the song, Rhia?" he asked. "Depending on where you're at in your reading, you should have a clue of what it is." Might as well take his droid's urge to be useless and turn it towards a lesson or something like that. Better than just trying to convince it to change songs until it finally gave up on being stubborn.

[member="Asha Hex"] [member="Rhia Kesyk"]

 

[Lief]

To say that Asha was surprised by the strange assortment of music coming from the droid would be an understatement. First jizz, now Mandalorian chants? The poor girl was going to have a very skewed idea on what music was by the end of their meal.

Stepping back toward the prep station, so that Master and Apprentice could enjoy some quality time together with the strange chants Asha didn't comprehend - she didn't know a lick of Mando'a, after all - she checked on the food presently cooking on the stove top. Then with a curious frown she made her way to the booth and picked up the cookbook both Cotan and Rhia had shown interest in.

"Y'all are strange," she told the trio, looking pointedly at the droid, as they continued to listen to their funny music, "Next time, I'm being the DJ."

Settling down in the booth she glanced over the various recipes suggested in the book, but most importantly the list of replacement ingredients for the likes of sugar and syrup.

[member="Cotan Sar'andor"]

 

[Lief]

As the song died down Rhia settled her hands back to her side and glanced to Cotan with a curious expression. Apparently it had not been her Master's song of choice if his expression was anything to go by, which was somewhat of a relief, and the next thing that began to play piqued her interest almost immediately.

She didn't recognize it right away, but the tone of it was a little moodier, darker, operatic - not that she knew the term - and she was quickly hooked. Moving to where Kiss was she sat down on the ground and happily listened away; it wasn't until Cotan asked if she recognized it that she realized that she did, at least the words spoken in a strange, foreign tongue.

"One of the Mandalorian ones, Master?" she asked, not sure of the correct terminology, not least because she hadn't fully read through the section which held it. Just enough that it was familiar enough to recognize.

"I like this one a lot more than the other. Is this what music is supposed to sound like?"

Asha's words had the girl questioning that fact. Perhaps music didn't have any one specific sound? After all, the two songs she'd heard thusfar were ridiculously different.

[member="Cotan Sar'andor"]

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

"Music can have all sorts of different sounds," Cotan replied. "Different species, different cultures within the same species, all sorts of different things can affect how a group decides to make their music." He returned to his cooking for a moment; after poking around a bit at the mess of onions, garlic, and flour, he reached off to the side, adding back in the beef. "And yes, this is Mando'a. Vode An means Brothers All; it's an old war chant." He glanced back over to Asha, who had stopped paying attention to the music and was instead reading out of the Zelosian cookbook he'd picked up.

"Tion gar paguur Mando'a bes'laar?" he asked her jokingly, in somewhat-accented Mando'a. "Ibac cuyi dar'jate!" While Asha was pondering over just what Cotan was saying and whether or not he was teasing her (although, given how Cotan normally acted, the later was a bit of a foregone conclusion), he grabbed the wine, pouring a small bit of it in and stirring the mixture of food around, letting it all incorporate for another few moments before he'd start pouring in likely-unhealthy amounts of sour cream. Then, before Cotan could even turn around, the chant ended, with Kiss quickly passing along to the Dha Werda Verda.

"I thought the eight-hundred year old song was a strange choice from a droid," he mused out loud, shooting the astromech a somewhat-peevish look. "I didn't expect you'd decide to jump back another six or seven thousand years from there, though."

[member="Asha Hex"] [member="Rhia Kesyk"]