imthepilot | Honeymoon in Hong Kong

Bodhi takes the card Jay give them and opens the door. It opens into large five star hotel suite - champagne chilling in a bucket and roses by the bed. In the corner of the living room are several large crates labelled climbing equipment. There's a welcome pack with maps and travel guides, ferry tickets and the number a car service.

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galen_erso

"Of course we would," Galen says, "if we could still have made sure the Resistance got the plans for the superweapon and destroyed it?"

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imthepilot

Bodhi huffs softly and walks ahead a little, pausing to look at a market stall selling electronics primitive by their standards. "We shouldn't play the if game. We have what we have. and that's this. I guess this is our work around."

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galen_erso

"Makes sense," Galen says. "Doesn't make to ask 'what if?' when we already have all the 'what'."

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imthepilot

"We have us." He reaches out to squeeze Galen's hands. "Oh, spices!" He's off like a curious lothcat at the smell.

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galen_erso

Galen laughs, and follows.

"I didn't know you could jump like that!" he exclaims. "Yes, spices!"

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imthepilot

Bodhi laughs at himself, "You know me."

The stall holder seems to be very keen for Bodhi to smell and taste everything.

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galen_erso

Galen is happy to sniff as well, and sneezes dramatically at the ground galangal root.

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imthepilot

Bodhi laughs, quick to learn the names of each of the spices.

He buys a little bag of a few of the spices, stashing them in his pockets. He thanks the stall holder, already picking up a words in Cantonese.

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galen_erso

Galen chuckles, softly, loving how much in his element Bodhi is.

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imthepilot

Bodhi follows the market through the alleys, ducking from awning to awing. He finds a stall full of goldfish. "Galen! Look at these."

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galen_erso

"Those are not for eating, are they?" Galen asks.

Far too small, and far too pretty.

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imthepilot

The stall holder explains in a couple of languages before hitting on one they can follow well enough. "Pets. For luck."

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galen_erso

"Lucky fish!" Galen laughs. "We should take some with us when our holiday is over."

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imthepilot

"I like that idea. We'd have to get a tank. Something with a lid do the cats didn't eat them. Kyber would think they were a toy for him."

Bodhi thanks the stall holder and promises to come back another day. As they wander deeper, the smell of food gets stronger.

Big pots of noodles, the sharp smell frying oil, dumpling and savoury pancakes, fish stock soups.

Bodhi laughs and tangles his hand in Galen's. "This is great!"

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galen_erso

"That must be food from all over the planet, and then some," Galen says, fascinated. "What are they frying?"

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imthepilot

"Dumplings, portions of vegetables and fish, I think? Some white squares- protein blocks maybe. Oh, something with tentacles?" he peers closer and soon finds himself encouraged to try a fried tentacle, the stall holder grinning as is something is funny.

Bodhi doesn't seem to mind and tried one, laughing as he manages to get sauce on his chin. "Very good!"

The stall holder seems disappointed and offers on to Galen instead.

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galen_erso

Galen takes it as well; there is nothing funny about tentacles. People eat them all the time.

These are good tentacles, though. He hums with appreciation.

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imthepilot

Bodhi is already off and exploring, learning the names for things. He comes back with dumplings in sticks and a little paper cup of yellow brown sauce. "You have to try this. It's called satay." The sauce is spicy and nutty and goes well with the meat filling of the dumplings. "I need to learn how to make this. It would go so well with bantha meat."

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galen_erso

Galen tries it, and nods, mouth full. "You wiff -- ecfuthe me --" he finishes the dumpling first. "You will have to buy all the cookbooks and then some!"

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imthepilot

Bodhi laughs brightly and helps himself to another stick of dumplings, coating in sauce. "Galen, this is wonderful. I'm so glad we came."

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galen_erso

"All the food!" Galen says, taking a long breath to inhale all the aromas. "It smells like warm, sweet fruit in that direction!"

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imthepilot

Bodhi grins. "Then that's the direction we're going next." He slips his arm in Galen's and wipes the last of the sauce off his chin. "Let your nose lead on!"

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galen_erso

"It's some sort of fried fruit," Galen says.

It is, in fact, a stall selling deep-fried fruit in batter and served with honey, sesame or coconut flakes -- like the banana dessert known to Westerners, but much more varied, utterly fresh and fried so quickly, the very core will still be crisp.

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imthepilot

Bodhi croons happily and asks the names of all the fruit, repeating them back much to the laughter of the stall holders. He ends up with a tray with a little bit of everything, feeding bites to Galen.