Jaxton Ravos
Mindwalker of the Outer Rim
Jaxton had been sitting in his room for the past hour contemplating exactly how he was going to have this discussion. Kida was beginning to get up there in age, and though Jaxton did like that Thurion kid he still felt he needed to establish some boundaries, if only for his peace of mind. Still, this wasn’t a conversation he had ever received, nor was it one he had ever given. Cycling ideas in and out of his mind he finally realized he’d never be completely ready for what lie ahead. He’d never been ready for the future as a Jedi, to start a Conclave, or help protect a Sanctum, but uncertainty hadn’t stopped him before. Thus he decided, it would be done at dinner tonight.
Jaxton had never been the best of cooks, but in his time with [member="Kida Ravos"] he had made the effort to get better. She had only been able to eat meat when he first found her due to the whole “I thought I was a cat” thing, so he had tried to make the transition in learning to eat fruits and vegetables a little easier for her. Still, meat was probably always going to be her favorite food. Nothing wrong with that in truth, and it was kind of nice to have a daughter that didn’t worry about eating too much meat. He knew she outmuscled some of her friends, and she was comfortable with that far as he could tell, which was reassuring.
So he went all out and fired up the grill for some nerf steaks and corn. The scent of burning spices, vegetables and smoke would permeate from the outside into the house, something she’d probably pick up on. She prone to running around as a cat nearly as much as she used to be, but he had reasoned that her sense of smell had enhanced due to prolonged exposure. Or perhaps she just really did have a love for his cooking.
In any case soon the spots on the table were prepared and the food handed out. Alrighty Jaxton, start this smooth.
“So, how have you been Kida?” He asked as he realized that all of his little plans and formulations were gone. This was actually happening. He still wasn’t sure how he was gonna get there, but by gosh he wasn’t gonna live another day in suspense.
Jaxton had never been the best of cooks, but in his time with [member="Kida Ravos"] he had made the effort to get better. She had only been able to eat meat when he first found her due to the whole “I thought I was a cat” thing, so he had tried to make the transition in learning to eat fruits and vegetables a little easier for her. Still, meat was probably always going to be her favorite food. Nothing wrong with that in truth, and it was kind of nice to have a daughter that didn’t worry about eating too much meat. He knew she outmuscled some of her friends, and she was comfortable with that far as he could tell, which was reassuring.
So he went all out and fired up the grill for some nerf steaks and corn. The scent of burning spices, vegetables and smoke would permeate from the outside into the house, something she’d probably pick up on. She prone to running around as a cat nearly as much as she used to be, but he had reasoned that her sense of smell had enhanced due to prolonged exposure. Or perhaps she just really did have a love for his cooking.
In any case soon the spots on the table were prepared and the food handed out. Alrighty Jaxton, start this smooth.
“So, how have you been Kida?” He asked as he realized that all of his little plans and formulations were gone. This was actually happening. He still wasn’t sure how he was gonna get there, but by gosh he wasn’t gonna live another day in suspense.