The Falcon's Cage

[Cerie Moreau]

Shallow bowls had been set out, courtesy of Shuvin's hungry energy. For the time being Cerie chose to actively ignore the weird energy in the galley, hoping that Ben would continue on his journey of simmering down. It was a fool that would bet one way or another on that one. Ben was... Ben. He often did what Shuvin advised when it came to social stuffs, but where the Empire was involved, Cerie was a little bit doubtful of the powers her Togruta friend held.

Disposable napkins and spoons had also been placed beside the bowls, and with rice-pot in hand, the blonde began to ladle rice into the bowls with a serving spoon. It didn't take long, since it was just the four of them. She at least managed a flash of a smile to Vance, a small bit of surprise at his praise for the smells coming from her kitchen. Well for this night it was 'her kitchen'.

The pot was placed on a counter, and making quick work of removing the thin foil covering from the dish that held the nuna, she released the billowing steam from its confines.

One hand covered in a hot-mitt and the other with a fresh and clean serving spoon, she approached the dining nook.

"Well, it's just something quick," she demured, not exactly sure how to take Vance's praise.

"Not anything fancy for sure." Two thighs were laid over the top of the rice in Ben's bowl, then another two atop Shuvin's rice. "... Just nuna thighs in some mushroom soup concentrate over rice."

"I'm sure it's not anywhere... " two thighs were deposited over Vance's rice, "... near the sort of food you're used to."

She smiled though, still more than a little tickled at his praise.

With the nuna dished out, she continued on with topping everyone off with extra spoonfuls of the mushroom soup gravy.

"... But, it'll still fill your belly," she finished with an easy smile.