#Luke's stomach is a sarlacc pit in disguise

[feralsunspotandtincan]

Luke: *calling from the kitchen* Hey, Sweetie, I'm making some pancakes. Do you want some?

Din: That sounds great, Cyar'ika, thanks.

Luke: Okay <3

*A loud thud is heard*

Din: What the hell was that?

Luke: The flour!

Din: That sounded heavy, how many pancakes are you making?

Luke:

Din: Luke, how many pancakes are you making.

One Hour Later:

Luke: I call it Mount Pancake.

Din: Baby, I love you, but what. The. Fuck. How many of these are you even going to eat?

Luke: :)

Din: Stop smiling like that.

Luke: :)

*The pancakes are gone by noon. Din got three.*