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[souffle_girlek]

Oswin has just taken the kettle off the stove and is pouring it into the teapot when the doorchime goes off. For this, she got out the big pot, and her very biggest mugs. Thankfully, she had scones already made - she already knows she'd be useless baking in a hurry.

"Hang on, the bots will open it in a mo, don't you go wandering off now." She calls through the open comms line. "I've got a hot kettle in my hands so I can't get it myself."

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[iprotectyou]

Baze waits impatiently for the bots to open the door, still sniffly. He shifts back and forth on his feet, swaying in the hallway, and eyeing Oswin's biometric lock--a lock very similar to the one outside his and Chirrut's room, given that they patterned it after hers.

The bots lever open the door, and Baze steps through. "Oswin," he says, tempted to open his arms to her, but he can't, given the aforementioned kettle. "You're a peach. And I've eaten one today, so I know how awesome those are."