The Crazy Adventures of Ezra Bridger

Random Fluff

HAHA NO I'M NOT DEAD SORRY GUYS DIDN'T MEAN TO CRUSH YOUR DREAMS FOR MY FUNERAL PLANS
WELL ANYWAY
hA I have absolutely no ideas for a new chapter
rip
so this is just some randomness that I came up with because
of course I don't have enough of an idea to run with on a full chapter, but this is kind of a mash up of a bunch of different ideas.
If you do have any ideas for a chapter or something you'd like to see happen, please comment them or message me! I will give credit and it will be greatly appreciated! :)

Ezra was sitting in the common room messing with his lightsaber when Kona came trotting in.

"Hey, Ezzie," Kona said, drawing an agitated glare from Ezra. "Whatcha workin' on?"

"Nothing. Just messing with my lightsaber." Ezra replied.

"Oh. Fun." Kona said, jumping up next to him and putting her paws on the table. "Where's everyone else?"

"Well since it's not past ten a.m. yet, Zeb is still asleep and the rest of the crew is either still asleep or in the cockpit, but I doubt they're up yet. I didn't keep track of who got up."

"Oh. Okay." Kona nodded. "Well, you know what you should do?"

"What?" Ezra asked, looking up from his work.

"You should totally feed me." Kona replied with a smile.

Ezra, rolling his eyes, stood up and walked into the kitchen where they kept the dog and cat food. He scooped some dog food and put it in her bowl. "Here you go." He said, setting it down on the table in front of her.

"YAY" Kona squealed, shoving her muzzle into the food and inhaling it all.

"Don't you have to, you know, like, chew?" Ezra asked, starting at the dog in front of him.

"Only every few mouthfuls." She replied.

Ezra stared for a minute. "WOW COOL TEACH ME!" He squealed, getting some food from the kitchen and sitting down next to Kona.

Kona looked at Ezra and then at the Cheerios he had gotten in a bowl. "I'm not sure humans can do it, thought."

"Well I'm gonna try" Ezra said, shoving his face into the bowl of cereal and sucking some of it into his mouth. When he tried to swallow, he coughed and spat it out. "What the heck how do you not, like, die" he said in frustration.

Kona shrugged. "I've done it my whole life. I only chew hard things. You didn't chew once before you swallowed, you have to do that or you're gonna choke."

Ezra tried seven more times before he gave up. "That's a useless thing to be able to do anyway."

"Wow, k." Kona replied.

Later (but not very much later, of course) that morning, in the cockpit...

"GUESS FRIKIN' WHO"

"Oh no.." Zeb whimpered under his breath, dragging a large palm across his face as he heard the familiar voice screech from behind him. Sabine, who also let out a sound of distress at the voice, slowly turned to greet the voice's owner.

"Hello, Ezra.." She said softly, as if speaking too loudly would set him off, and she just didn't feel like losing her temper and slapping him across the face.

"Hey, Sabine, guess what?" Ezra chirped, looking around the cockpit at the crew of the Ghost, who all tried their best to avoid eye contact.

Sabine, still waiting for the three mugs of coffee she drank an hour ago to kick in, sighed as she wasn't quite ready to deal with Ezra yet. "What?" She questioned, the word unintentionally dripping venom.