Usagi would eventually learn that all those clothes he wore hid someone that was very fit and very well built, but that wasn’t going to be today.

He shuffled after her, absently wiggling his toes in the slippers as he walked, not used to such a thing. On the farm, there was literally sand everywhere — slippers like these would have maybe lasted a couple of hours — and in the Rebellion there was no time for comforts like slippers. Of course he was going to enjoy it while he had the chance, though he stopped by the time they got into a kitchen.

He went over to help her get it up onto the stove once they were in there, popping the lid off to check the inside, before nodding to himself and lifting it up to pull the harness out.

“Okay, should just need to heat this up for a bit,” he said, reaching for the stove controls. “You got a spoon?”