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WHO: Eli Vanto and to anyone else
WHERE: Near the Greenhouse
WHAT: Eli is working to repair a building to turn it into a kitchen soup place.
WHEN: Current and after the kitchen has been opened
WARNINGS: None

Repairing the Building:

Since the initial response, Eli had been busy working on repairing a building to put together what was dubbed a kitchen soup place. He found the perfect building that would be sufficient for the task. He would live in the back of it and the front would be set up for pick up to pick up their meals or to eat. He could also use the second level for storage or a place to do other work in.

It wasn't a simple task repairing an old run down building. They didn't have a lot of the equipment needed to do the tasks properly. He also didn't have a lot of experience in this kind of work. He was determined to make it work and thankfully with some help they were able to get the place habitual.

The next task was working on stocking up everything they needed and storing it. He found ways to also record what was stored, being used, and information on the items. Eli realized that there will still be possible mistakes and room to fix things. He was glad to see at least everything moving in the direction it should.

Open for Business:

A few weeks later Eli had the place open and running. He had the placed stocked up with food. As he repaired the building he had also learned ways to help preserve the food and store it. When Eli wasn't busy prepping and cooking, he took time to interact with anyone that stopped in. He loved the idea of being able to get to know people this way. Food was always a good source to connect with people. He even made sure there was food for the various pets that people had with them. He didn't want to leave anyone behind. Overall, Eli was just happy to be helping people and to be keeping busy.

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Altair had, of course, been around to help while Eli was fixing the building. It served as a welcome distraction, on top of his other quite welcome distractions. Between his pet project, tending the greenhouse, tending to glownies that were now at the farm, and then this, he'd managed to keep himself busy enough to not really think that much about home.

His nights were filled with nightmares, but his days at least were what he'd call productive.

At the moment, he was haunting the second floor of the building, finding it a quiet enough place to settle down and work on his embroidery after helping out downstairs a little- and honestly, he found more comfort in being here than he did in the hotel, much more at ease in a place where people weren't constantly coming and going.

It presented its own challenges, certainly. But he liked it. And unless Eli chased him out, he was more likely to stay here than return to the hotel.

It didn't take long for Eli to learn he had a guest living upstairs. He had a feeling of who it was and had no intention of chasing him out. While he would have appreciated being asked to move in... he didn't let it bother him. The Sith was a peculiar person and someone he valued.

Instead of prying or demanding to ask the Sith, he simply placed together a small pile blankets and a mattress upstairs along with a lantern. He also made sure to leave a plate of food for Altair as well. Sometimes there would be something sweet to eat as well. He would often always leave a little note as well which often consisted of a thank you or if he needed anything to let him know.

He figured, Altair would eventually approach him and accept the rest of the place too. Besides, Altair also helped gather food and helped fix the building. He couldn't ask for anything else.

Eli was observant, so Altair had been expecting that he'd notice.

Honestly he'd meant to ask if he could move in, but between everything else, it had ended up just... Not really happening. And him unofficially living on the second floor had happened. Strange, or perhaps expected, that nothing in his life was ever planned. Be it zany adventures or finding a place to stay, it seemed that life was determined to be as random and impossible to plan for as ever.

Perhaps he hadn't expected anything else though, taking it in stride.

And Eli didn't seem to mind, given that he hadn't chased him out.

Finding that he desired company though, on this particular day, he was downstairs rather than hiding out upstairs. He had the notebook he'd been given by the Agrii out- first intended to be a way to keep a record of thing- out, and rather than writing, he was drawing in it. Some notes had been made. Mostly about the plants in the greenhouse. But for the most part, it was filled with drawings of his companions from home.

He supposed that eventually he would have to ask the Agrii for another book to keep notes in. And perhaps pens in proper colors.

His embroidery kit and the embroidery he was working on was also next to him- as he alternated between his drawings and his needlepoint.

Since no one was around, Eli came over to sit next to Altair. He also offered him a cup of hot tea, in case he was interested. "Do you think you can teach me how to embroider one day? It just seems like a fun way to relax. You always appear to be at ease and in peace when you're doing this. Along with your drawing."

Eli softly commented. "My sketches aren't that great. I should show you what I have in my book and you'll see how bad they are."

"Assuming you can get the Agrii to give you an embroidery kit, I wouldn't mind teaching you how," Altair replied, tilting his head toward him.

"I wasn't aware that I look to be at peace when I'm drawing or embroidering. Actually, I wasn't aware that my emotions can be so easily read when I'm wearing my veil at all."

The veil's purpose was to hide the fact that he was Chiss. But he'd often used the fact that it hid half his expression to his advantage, as many people had difficulties figuring out what he was thinking. Eyes tended to be expressive, after all, and his were no exception. His inability to hide his feelings were a weakness within the Sith. The veil had many purposes for that reason alone.

Still, if Eli could tell he was at peace... Perhaps the veil was not as good at hiding his feelings at all. And it really made him feel like even less of a Chiss to, given that what he'd seen- or more accurately, sensed- from them was nothing at all. Their thoughts and feelings were guarded.

He supposed that shouldn't come as a surprise to him.

"Am I truly so expressive even with it on or were you guessing?"

"With Thrawn being the way he is....I learned to read body language pretty well. Not the obvious movements, but the very subtle nuances that people don't realize they are doing. It's not that obvious to a casual observer." Eli explained.

"It's the little things that tell me how Thrawn is really feeling or acting. He's so careful not to show them on the surface in fear of being weak. Over time I learned to figure things out. A regular passer by wouldn't be able to tell you're at peace."

"I see."

It seemed to be the truth, rather than any sort of appeasement.

Still, Thrawn and Eli had been with each other for a long time. And that meant that Eli had had years to learn to read the small things. He and Eli had not known each other long. Eli was, of course, unusually perceptive, as well. Altair wasn't sure what to chalk it up to.

Deciding to change the subject, he said; "You don't have to bring food upstairs every day, by the way. I appreciate the effort, but if I'm hungry, I am quite capable of finding my way downstairs."

"Noted." Eli replied. "I'll make sure to ask the Agri about the kit as well."

He then got up to go retrieve his battered pad of paper. A lot of it was filled with various detailed notes in his sloppy handwriting. Most of the notes were observations, thoughts, possible snarky comments. The rest were all doodles that closely resemble a chibi style. Nothing very realistic, but enough to decipher who it's meant to be.

As he returned with the pad, Altair couldn't help but lean over to take a peek- pulling his veil forward just a little, to get a look. He could see much through the Force. People, moods, where he was going. He could not read through it, see drawings, and the like.

At home he would have had the option to read in the privacy of his ship, of his home on Dromund Kaas, or even commandeering a private room just about anywhere in Imperial space. Here? Here he had to make do with pulling at his veil and glancing beneath it.

He wished he'd had his goggles with him, when he arrived. But he didn't.

"You write your quips down for future use?" He asked, first, unable to help the amusement in his tone of voice- quickly followed by a soft huff of laughter, "Funny."

It wasn't mocking. He was just amused.

"Your drawings though- is... Is that me?"

Eli gave an embarrassed nod. "Yes, that was meant to be you. I'm really not that great at it, but it still doesn't stop me. As for writing my own quips...yeah it's a bad habit of mine. I used to do it a lot as a kid with my homework and it continued to follow. Got in trouble a few times."

He couldn't help but shrug at his own statement.

"No need to feel embarrassed. It's cute," Altair said, sensing his emotions. Some people were artistically inclined, some were not, and though the doodles weren't realistic, art didn't have to be. There was a freedom that came with creating art, after all.

"And you certainly got my size right."

Poking a bit of fun at himself, but being vertically challenged wasn't something he could deny. And it wasn't something he was ashamed of, either. After all, it was a part of himself he couldn't change, and being small certainly had its advantages.

"And I suppose I could see how that would get you in trouble..."

It was still sort of amusing that he wrote it down though.

"I'm just surprised you could tell what I was drawing." Eli responded with a laugh.

"I do need to get more paper though. I've been trying to use up every space possible. And recording what I can on our communicator. We didn't have this back at home. Usually flimsy was scarcely used and only for important things."

"It's not that difficult, honestly."

The style was different than his own, certainly, but it wasn't like it was totally unrecognizable, "And I imagine it'll get better, with practice."

The way one got better with most things, through practice.

"And I assume you could ask the Agrii for it. I... Do not always feel comfortable, relying on them so much, but it isn't as though we have a choice. And they seem to be getting better with giving out what we need with practice. I suppose practice makes perfect for them too?"

Not that he didn't take his point. It was certainly an unusual medium, even for him.

"I do miss my datapad though. But we're lucky that we're given this," He said, with a small smile, followed by a slight laugh, "In my line of work I certainly deal with mediums much more cumbersome. Try doing anything when the medium you're working with is stone tablets. Why the ancient Sith were so intent on chiseling their knowledge down on slabs of rock I'll never understand. Perhaps scrolls weren't quite so easy to curse?"

He looked thoughtful as he pondered, "I suppose my point is that at least this can be adapted to. Imagine if we were to try to write and draw on slabs of cursed stone."

Listen, Tommy is like a cat. When weird things are happening, he wants to know why. ANd given he's got a hell of a lot of day to burn, he ends up strolling by eventually, looking into the building and leaning in the door as he considers a busy person in a place they normally didn't bother messing with.

"What ya doing?" he calls out. He was bored enough to not mind the potential of being put to work.

"Trying to get this building functional so I can use it as a kitchen and live in it as well." Eli responded.

"We could always use extra hands. Food in exchange for help."

Oh. Food in exchange. Okay, Tommy's been won over. So fucking won over. He is out of the doorway and at Eli's side in the blink of an eye.

"I'm good at heavy lifting."

"Great, then I've got a few tasks for you," Eli stated and showed him the few areas that he needed help with the lifting. He was able to lift a lot, but there was still stuff where he needed help and Tommy's offer was just what he needed.

Oh man, tasks sounds like a good choice. Tommy rolls his shoulders and looks at Eli, tilting his head.

"Well, I can do up to about eight-hundred pounds at once, but it's easier if it's something that is easy to grip."

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