Ahsoka One Shots

Ramen

Thornsinursides I really tried to make it a good chapter lol but this was way harder than I thought it would be to write, it'll probably be kinda short.

"Have you ever made your own food?" Padme joked, handing him a package of microwavable rations from the cabinet. "I swear, I don't know how you survive on your own."

"Well I have a mess hall with premade food, I don't have to bother making my own food." Anakin snatched the package out of her hand, looking at the instructions on the back. Truth be told, he really never had to make his own food, even back on Tatooine, so even the ramen-like package was foreign to him.

"Well how about when you're in the wilderness? What do you do then?"

"Padme, there's a huge difference between gourmet food and cooking a porg over a fire." 

"Well don't burn anything down, and I'll see you soon." She leaned in towards Anakin to give him a peck on the lips.

"I won't, I love you." The door slammed shut behind her

"Ahsoka, c'mere, I need you to help me with this."

"The chosen one? Asking for help? Who are you, and what'd you do with Skyguy?" She joked, jumping up from the senator's couch where she was watching some cheesy romantic film. If she was being honest, she was glad for the distraction, the bad acting was starting to get to her.

"How do I cook this?" He said, turning the package over in his hands.

"There's no instructions?"

"I don't know, I just assumed it was some sort of 'throw it in the microwave' kind of deal. Now stop sitting around and help me figure this out." Ahsoka held out her hand for the ready to make ration packet, and he happily obliged. With the packet in her hand she jumped to sit on the stainless steel countertop.

"Here, it says add two cups of water and microwave it covered for five minutes." She threw it back at him and jumped off. "Not that hard."

Not that hard. Sure, maybe for someone who's actually made them before, but Anakin Skywalker wasn't exactly familiar with the concept of a microwave. Definitely that hard.

Ahsoka left the room again, and being the prideful person he was, asking for help again wasn't an option. "Microwave covered for five minutes." He repeated to himself. He ripped open the package of rations, which happened to be some sort of ramen or noodles, and poured it in a bowl that had been left on the counter. It looked clean enough, and that was good enough for Anakin.

"Covered, what do I cover it with," He whispered to himself, trying to talk himself through the process. "Ah," He exclaimed, after searching through a few cabinets. He took out the roll of aluminum foil and ripped a sheet off. He had seen Padme use it to cover things in the oven, and figured it's be the same. Boy, was he wrong. He set the microwave for five minutes, crinkled the foil over the bowl now filled with ramen and water, and walked out to where Ahsoka was still watching the cringy rom-com. Less than thirty seconds went by before he heard a noise nobody wanted to hear from the kitchen: sparks. As if reading each other's minds, Ahsoka and Anakin turned to each other with horror on their faces, and bolted to the kitchen.

"What did you do??" She shot at him, getting to the microwave just seconds after him. Anakin threw the door open and tried to take the bowl out, effectively burning himself of the hot foil. Instead he opted to coax the bowl out with the force.

"I don't know! It just-"

"You covered it in foil?? Why would you do that!" She said, throwing the foil off the moment he set the bowl down. 

"Why shouldn't I??" They were both frantic. The two of them stared at the flaming bowl of ramen in front of them in shock for a few seconds. "Put it out!"

She ran to the sink before it caught anything else on fire. Ahsoka grabbed a glass from the clean dishes and filled it with water, effectively throwing it at the bowl, splashing not only it, but herself and Anakin too. It sizzled, but went out quickly. Only then could they catch their breath.

"Cooking 101. Don't. Under any circumstance. Put metal in the microwave. Even if it won't necessarily catch on fire, it's not worth risking your microwave." (Life lessons, kids.) She told him, putting a hand on her master's shoulder and looking down in exasperation. 

"Well how was I supposed to know?" He tried defending himself, but to no avail.

"Let's just focus on fixing the microwave," She said, taking her hand off his shoulder and staring into the slightly charred inside of the microwave where the tinfoil had sent sparks flying. "Go get baking soda from the cabinet, it'll help get the blackness off." Ahsoka grabbed a roll of paper towels and some water while Anakin was finding the baking soda in a cabinet below them.

"How is this supposed to help?" He asked, opening the canister.

"Just give it to me." Ahsoka was a little embarrassed for her master, mostly just hoping that Padme wouldn't come home before they could clean up. The charred microwave was soon cleaned (thanks to Ahsoka) And they could finally grab another package of ramen and try again, both of their stomach's now grumbling in protest. "Now listen to me very closely." Ahsoka told him, again putting her hand on his shoulder as if he were the child and she were the master. "Get a glass bowl from the cabinet." Still being slightly ashamed of the incident, did as he was told without any qualms. "Now a paper towel." He ripped off a full sheet from the roll and handed it to her. With the ramen now in the bowl with water, and the paper towel over it, they could proceed with setting the time and trying again.

Five slightly stressful minutes later, the microwave beeped, and Anakin rushed to the microwave to devour his meal. "It worked!" He said, pulling the paper towel off and pocking the noodles with a fork.

"That's what happens when you don't put foil in the microwave..." She said.

"It was an accident," Anakin tried to defend himself, mouth full of hot noodles.

"And a hilarious one." Came a voice from behind them. "You realize I have security cameras in my house, right?" Padme said, leaning on the doorway. They both were stunned for a moment but Ahsoka quickly shoved Anakin in front of her to take the blame, and crossed her arms in victory.

"Go, tell your wife about how you put aluminum foil in the microwave."

"I didn't know!"

Like I said, not great, but it was something and it turned out kinda funny in the end. Don't put metal in the microwave, and may the force be with you.

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