OOM/IM: The Tea Workshop

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut started with one plant.

One sapir tea plant, more of a little side project than anything else, to test the waters of gardening - it's been so long since the temple and its protected gardens were a part of his life.

That was a couple months ago.

After finding that he was crowding their rooms with plants, Chirrut slowly moved his operation to a new room provided by Bar - one with light from windows he's been told are large, and a watering system built in so he doesn't have to fret about the job being done. His sapir plants sit neatly in a row along their bench as he fusses with them, setting them up just so.

He's found he missed this.

He didn't think it was something he had been missing, before.

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[idontneedluck]

Chirrut would tease, ask for songs that aren't supposed to be sung in mixed company (or any company, if sober) - but Baze needs reassurance, not jokes.

"Guardian prayers." He replies, because he can't bear to think of Baze thinking he's not allowed them. "I know you remember them all."

[iprotectyou]

Baze scoops some dirt up in his palm, and shakes it gently, so that the soil trickles through his fingers. "I do," he says quietly, his heart full and light at the same time. "I remember all of them. And so do you. You'll have to help me sing to the plants."

[idontneedluck]

"Yes, as you wish." Chirrut agrees, knowing his grin is over-broad and ridiculous and not caring.
"We can start now - remember the one from the spring festival, blessing what little did manage to grow on Jedha?" He asks as he unhooks a scoop from the row of tools on the wall and starts distributing dirt into the pots Baze brought over. He starts the song in time to his movements, his voice clear and ringing in the smaller space.

[iprotectyou]

Baze doesn't laugh, as much he wants to. Instead, he joins in joyfully, scooping dirt into the pots with his hands. The song is cheerful, and Baze's voice is as pure as spring water, deep and husky. He matches Chirrut's tenor with his own base, his song rising from deep within his chest. He prays for blessings on the squat, twisty trees, on the rare, poisonous deeku flowers, and the carnivorous plants, too.

It's a perfect song for the purpose.