The Sweetest Taste

Chapter 3 - A welcome delivery

It was late. The sun had already set in the sky and the air was cool, by the time Din landed the Starfighter twenty feet or so from his small remote cabin.

Grogu, who had been snoozing for the last hour or so on Din's lap, snuffled as his father shifted behind him.

"Time to get out, buddy," murmured Din in a low voice, grasping the child around his middle before lifting him easily as he got to his feet and exited the ship.

Grogu barely stirred, and merely nestled his little head in the crook of Din's covered neck as the Mandalorian held him close.

From here Din could hear him breathing softly, obviously exhausted from today's work.

Their job had been a tiring one and had involved chasing a renegade Quarren between two planets. For two days they had tracked him. He had been wily and fast, but Din and Grogu had of course gotten the upper hand eventually.

But it was now very late, later than Din had intended on returning home.

For he really did feel like it was a home now. A place away from the politics and rule of Mandalore, but close enough that he still felt like a part of them.

Their cabin was small but well formed and perfect for the pair.

Din made for the front door.

He had decided that he would put Grogu to bed then go about fixing himself something to eat.

The Mandalorian was used to going for days without eating. It was difficult to keep to a regular eating schedule with a helmet and nowhere to eat in private while they were on a job.

Of course Grogu never went hungry, and was sure to remind Din that he had gone at least two hours without eating, at every cantina and bar they passed along their travels.

But for Din it was a different story. And so having a place where he could remove his helmet behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, was a blessing he never realised he craved so much.

But as the Mandalorian approached the smooth metal door to his home, he blinked a couple of times as he noticed something on his doorstep. A small package wrapped in cloth with a torn piece of yellowing parchment pinned to it.

Din gave a frown and bent down to pick up the parcel with his free hand before taking it inside.

The lights flipped on automatically, nearby he could hear the outside generator humming softly to life.

With Grogu still in his arms, sleeping soundly, Din moved over to the large counter which divided up his living quarters from his small kitchen - if you could call it that. Did a single rusty nanowave stove and a refrigerated conservator count as a kitchen?

Placing down the small parcel, the Mandalorian smoothed down the note and read it.

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YOUR DELIVERY AS PROMISED.

I'LL COME BACK FOR PAYMENT TOMORROW.

LYSA

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Din stared at the note for a long few seconds, his gloved fingers smoothing over the writing again, before he moved it aside. And doing his best with just one free hand, he unwrapped the parcel revealing a bounty of sweet breads, loaves, and fruit.

He almost salivated at the sight, before looking back to the note.

For some reason unknown to him at this very moment, Din could feel his heart begin to beat a little faster.

"Come on, kid." Din Djarin murmured through the smallest whisper of a smile, glancing down at Grogu. "Let's get you to bed."

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