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[idontneedluck]

Chirrut chose his greenhouse to wait for Baze, sitting in the sunshine pouring through the windows, a pot of tea and two cups standing by. Their room would have been secure, but he knows the flavor of that grief - Baze does not need any more reminders of what they've lost. Here where things are growing and glad is better, he thinks.

As good as it can be. It will have to be enough.

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[idontneedluck]

It's good one of them can grieve properly, that Chirrut can borrow some tears for the lost until his own heart and mind finally sync.

"I will need to develop the knack for serving it properly. After all, who would trust a tea seller who cannot brew their own product?"

[iprotectyou]

Baze draws strength from the tea, taking long drinks of it until he drains the cup. After all, there is always more tea to be had, here in heaven.

"You're planning to be a tea seller, now?" Baze asks, his tone just shy of teasing. His heart feels too weighted to take jabs at his friend.

"I'm sure you would be good at that. You're good at everything you put your mind to."

[idontneedluck]

"Well, while I might aspire to drink all of this once it is grown, I think that is a goal a bit beyond my reach." Chirrut replies, a gentle jibe. Besides, if he is successful, Baze will not bear the burden of supporting them alone.

[iprotectyou]

"I expect you to drink yourself sick before you sell off the rest. I have every faith in your abilities," Baze says, nudging his friend.

He doesn't release Chirrut. Not yet.

"Besides, I thought the point of growing tea plants was to make something you could consume."

[idontneedluck]

"Oh, it is - never fear about that. I plan on drinking my own body weight in Sapir daily. But..." He waves a hand at the plants.

All of the plants.

Most of them still fairly small, and still fitting three or four to a pot.

He's read that they are supposed to be thinned, as they grow, pulling up every second or third plant.

...

He's mostly been repotting them to give them more room, and separating them when they need more space. How is he supposed to pick which one lives or dies?

They all live.

Vigorously.

[iprotectyou]

Baze laughs, a wet sound interspersed with sniffles.

"You really are going to need two tea rooms. I don't know what I'm going to do with you," Baze says, pressing a kiss to Chirrut's cheek.

[idontneedluck]

"Don't tell of my humble beginnings when I am a great and powerful tea czar." Chirrut offers as an option, grinning.

[iprotectyou]

"Of course I will. Someone needs to instruct you in the ways of humility. Might as well be me," Baze says, grinning back.

"I'll probably only tell you, but that depends on how well you receive the telling."

[idontneedluck]

"I will take it as I do all your correction." Chirrut offers, in a tone that would be more comforting if he actually listened to Baze more often.

[iprotectyou]

Baze laughs long and hard, the grief of the day melting off of him. Chirrut is kriffing hilarious, and he knows it, the smug bastard, but Baze appreciates him so.

The larger Guardian offers the smaller one another embrace, trying to show him how much Baze loves him.

"Thank you, my friend," Baze says, his mirth rolling off him in waves.