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While the room Kale had initially lent from the Bar was rather bland, he'd quickly filled it up with stuff. More like parts of stuff as he currently was finding work repairing droids and other mechanical things. He was hoping to save up for a ship of his own, but for now the room suited his needs.

After all there was a bed, normally not very well slept in, but still a bed. Which is what Kale needed when he brought Atton up to his room.

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"You could make them instead."

"I've never made cookies before."

"You could learn."

"It doesn't seem to hard. Just putting things in a bowl." He shifts a bit. "What sort of cookies would you want?"

"Triple chocolate chip?"

"Shouldn't be too hard to find a recipe."

"Shouldn't," Atton agrees, gravely.

Kale rolls over and starts to search for his pants which holds a datapad in it. After a moment he finds it and pulls it out. Settling back he starts looking for a recipe.

"There are a lot of them."

Atton shuffles over to Kale, winding his arms round his shoulders and peering at the datapad.

"How many have chocolate?"

"I'm looking at the ones with chocolate." He shows it to Atton.

"Which is the most chocolatey?"

"I don't know! You pick one."

"That one," Atton says, pointing.

Kale looks at it. "Doesn't look to hard."

Atton grins, dropping a kiss onto the nape of Kale's neck.

"Doesn't," agreeably. "S'probably very rewarding, too. Chocolatey."

"Chocolately is good." He frowns faced with the slight problem of he doesn't want to get up, but he doesn't know when Atton wants the cookies.

"Is," Atton agrees.

He's more concerned, at the moment, with kissing Kale (down the neck, over one shoulder, then back the other way) than with cookies, it seems.

That solves that question then. He sighs softly and tilts his head back. "Going another round?"

Chirpily: "I could go all day. But I won't, for your sake."

Kale tilts his head back and gives him a smirk. "You don't think I can?"

"Maybe. Or that you might have trouble sitting down by the end of it." Atton is innocent.

"I don't think so. You might though." He rolls over so that he's on top of Atton.

Atton laughs.

"Naah."

"And why's that?" He leans over and kisses around Atton's jaw.

Innocently: "I'm just not sure you have it in you."