#and you bet Dooku has a knife in that cane of his

[olives-and-lilies]

Round two! I had the great pleasure of actually doing the @codywanbigbang with not one, but two writers! The second, the charming @tyedyeboogers, wrote a contemporary piece that’s a little arranged marriage, a little coffee shop au, and a lotta mafia that is just decadent. It’s big, it’s beautiful, and y’all should read it!

As always, I got to do a handful of scenes, and even shared the fic with another artist! @ionfusionpunk worked on Tye’s fic too and their work is here!

Without further ado, Here’s what I got!

(I can’t spoil this scene for you folks, it’s heartbreaking and delightful and delicate and you really need to read it for yourselves…)

“-cannot serve tiingilar with a Coruscanti White! It’s a red base; it must have an appropriate red to balance it.” Jango practically growled at Dooku, who loomed menacingly.

“A slightly sweet white is the perfect counterbalance for everything.” Dooku shot back. “The other dishes are a fish plate and a cream sauce which the white compliments perfectly.”

“I’m afraid he’s right, Grandfather.” Cody’s heart stopped. That voice. “Tiingilar is much too strong and full bodied for that white wine you’ve picked. Perhaps, if they have a Naboo Red that would work.”

“Thank you.” Jango growled begrudgingly. He looked over Cody’s shoulder where the speaker stood, looking pleased despite the circumstances. “You must be the infamous Obi-wan.”