On her best days Syn could drink most men under the table, a high tolerance she inherited from her father that had nothing to do with being a Jedi, though she could make effects fade if need be. She took in the rich scent savoring it as much as the flavor, he had good taste. She saw the look in his eyes and inwardly was embarrassed, she hadn’t meant to let that little bit of her inward thoughts slip, oh well. She was happy that the little moon wouldn’t get torn to shreds for the making of weapons, it would have been a waste. When he led her into his most private place in his home the passion he had was very clear. She eyed the armor with appreciation, he really had talent, she wondered what some of the smith’s back at the temple would say. “You’d like a few of the smiths at the temple, they like the old ways better too. Zeke, the head smith, told me once when I was learning to craft my sabers that the modernization of the craft took the soul out of the work one was making.”
 
She remembered what it had been like to make her two only stable companions. The satisfaction she had when at last they hissed to life in her hands, though she had no real drive to create others. “Its not uncommon for us to carry other weapons than just our Lightsabers. Zeke made me a set of knives that I wear, he’s the best at his craft. Aerolan, our bowyer is of like mind too, the bows he makes for the hunters never fail. Archaic a bow may be, but with our skills behind them they are more deadly than a blaster, more reliable too. You should come by sometime to my neck of the woods” A pun she couldn’t resist “you might find a place for the wares you make at our market. You’ll also find willing critics and teachers too, your armor is very beautiful so far. I thank you…for showing me this, for allowing me to see something of you that’s very personal.”

During the kiss Syn led them backwards so that she could lean against the table, after that any other thoughts fled her mind.
 
As always she awoke just as the sun touched the horizon, it took a moment for her to remember where she was and why, but once she did she relaxed. It also reminded her that she would soon have to leave, she ignored that thought for now, it was too early. She carefully got out of bed so as not to disturb Azrael, she looked about the room and spotted a shirt, she put it on quietly smirking when she realized it was his. Walking into the kitchen she went about getting things for breakfast, she was starving and she was sure so would he be, he had a well stocked kitchen. She figured he must either hire someone to keep the contents of his fridge fresh or live here, either way it worked out well for her as she made omelets. While she wasn’t an extravagant cook, she could cook simple things and pretty well she thought.
 
Usually she wasn’t near a kitchen and just made due with whatever food she had on her. Making food wasn’t a noiseless event, even as she tried to be quiet she was sure he’d wake up to the sounds of what she was doing. She found the coffee container and had to fight the lid off, it popped off suddenly and a quick catch with her powers kept the brown stuff from flying and making a mess on the floor. She breathed a sigh of relief willing it all back in, [i]Gods what a mess that would have been, coffee grounds are the worst to try and clean. I’d have had to find the vacuum. Just call me a djinni, I make all messes float and poof back where they belong![/i] That train of thought made her grin as she set to making the stuff into something drinkable.

Syn couldn’t believe that even after all that noise the man was curled up like a caterpillar in a cocoon of blankets. It would take a lot of effort to get most of that off so she stood there looking to see what part was not as tightly wrapped. The grin that spread on her face was a wicked one as she saw it was mostly the lower half. She’d set the food on the table and it would be warm for a bit so she got under the covers and neatly nipped him on his behind scampering out from under lest he thrash. It was gunna be a beautiful morning and she wanted to see what he thought of her cooking, but he had to get out of bed first!

The grin only got more mischievous “I’d have bitten your ear, but a certain cocooned man had the blankets too tight near his face to bother with, your ass just happened to be more accessible. Good morning by the way mister slug-a-bed and yeah, made omelets, coffee too. Now hurry else I’ll lift you from that bed and drag you with me…”
 
She crossed her arms her blue eyes glittering, oh yes she’d do it and probably find other ways to torture the man awake.

She gave a surprised yelp when he swatted her, she swatted his arm scrunching her nose at him in a mock scowl, then shook her head with a chuckle. She fished in her bag for her Comm and saw the light blinking, she stared at it and then turned it on to listen to the message
 
[i]Synnie, looks like the storms started early this year, I got the go-ahead from the rest of the council. You can officially be on vacation for a month, but barring any further delays I want you to return to the temple when its over. Have fun and take care.[/i]
 
She turned it off with a mischievous smirk, it was pretty perfect timing and she certainly wasn’t going to argue. She followed after Azrael sitting down and grinned at him “I’ve got some good news.”