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[imthepilot]

Galen gets a message late one evening. The evening Bodhi was planning to spent down in the barracks with the other cargo crews.

The message from the head medic. You better get down here.

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[imthepilot]

"I'd like that. We don't have long left before I'm back out on sky. I wouldn't mind doing as many more climbs as I can before I have to leave."

[galen_erso]

"And being outdoors more will be good for your recovery, whatever is still needed for it," Galen agrees.

[imthepilot]

"And the exercise will help me regain some of the strength I've lost in my convalescence." He manages to say it with a teasing smile.

[galen_erso]

"So it's a situation where we win on all counts," Galen says, adopting a mock-meeting room tone of grave importance.

His jokes haven't improved yet.

[imthepilot]

But Bodhi still laughs, amused by Galen's tone. "I can think of a few of those."

[galen_erso]

Galen smiles at Bodhi, both amused and full of love.

[imthepilot]

"Incorrigible." He gets up and clears his plate, leaving Galen to finish. "I'm making dessert."

[galen_erso]

"You are?" Galen says, hurrying up with his regular food. "What did I do to deserve this?"

[imthepilot]

"I'm not sure what you did." Bodhi grins. "But I punched out an idiot. I deserve dessert but I'm willing to share."

[galen_erso]

"You should punch idiots more, then," Galen grins. "Or perform other feats of surprise bravery."

He pretends to hesitate.

"Oh, as you already saved my life, you actually deserve all the dessert. I'm sorry I can't make anything more interesting than mixing up fruit with dairy."

[imthepilot]

"You would be amazed what I can do with fruit and dairy." Bodhi grin, Stealing a kiss and vanishing into the kitchen.

He's singing again. Because he can.

[galen_erso]

Galen smiles to himself, listening.

He realises, suddenly and brightly, that he is actually happy right now.

[imthepilot]

As is Bodhi and it shows on his song, spinning words swift and eloquently. And his own words this time too. Galen's name might come up... once or twice.

[galen_erso]

Galen gets up, bringing his empty plate over, and staying to listen and watch, leaning against a cabinet.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi hesitates a moment as he blends cream in a bowl with some sweetener and spice. He's a little self-conscious about sing his love, in front of his love. But there's Galen. Smiling. It's all he needs.

[galen_erso]

It's an interesting kind of fast music, and Galen wonders where this kind of singing is from; but he finds he'd rather smile and listen and tap his feet than disturb for explanations.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi keeps spitting rhymes, fast and playful as he chops some pale fleshed fruit into fingers. Most of the words are in something other than basic but here and there, there are more recognisable words.

Love, Galen, rain, fire. joy.

[galen_erso]

Galen might try to steal a piece of fruit.

[imthepilot]

And he may get a slap on the knuckles for it. And a dangerous grin from Bodhi. "Don't make me throw you out of the kitchen." He adds, without dropping a beat.

[galen_erso]

"Pretty please?" Galen says, smiling widely and winsomely.

[imthepilot]

"I'm not done yet. Trust me. You'll like this." He crumbs the strips of fruit and flash fries them, making the insides as soft and gooey as the outsides are crisp.

He piles them on a plate around a bowl of the sweetened cream. A dish any core world restaurant would be proud of.

[galen_erso]

Galen watches, enjoying the scents rising from the pans and bowl, as well as Bodhi's song.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi ends the song with the words because I love you and kisses Galen in passing, leading him and the plate back out into the main room. "Now, you can try it."

[galen_erso]

Galen follows eagerly. "What is the fruit?"

[imthepilot]

"Just a white apple. Nothing too exotic. That's what I like about this recipe, it works with almost anything."

He helps himself to one.