Title: A Spoonful of Waffles Author: Jinngerbread Characters: Qui-Gon, Dooku Summary: A little breakfast in bed makes Dooku a bit flustered. Author's Notes: This is for the Monday Mush Mania challenge of non-romantic mush. Many thanks to Persephone_Kore for her assistance in prodding my Dooku muse. It was rare that Tavis Dooku would be the type to sleep later in the mornings. Most mornings, he was up with the sun going about his early morning routine, meditating, exercising, and having breakfast with his apprentice, before attending to the scheduled events for the day. This morning, however, he was still asleep. Still asleep, but he knew he had to get up eventually, even if he was still sore and tired. He couldn't lie in bed all day, even if he were on light duty. Light duty did not mean an all day nap. A light knock came at the door, but he didn't get up to answer it, yet. There was a few moments pause, before the knock came again. Dooku finally moved out from under his pillows to sit up. Qui-Gon needed something, likely. He sat up slowly, wincing as his tender side twisted slightly with the motion as he did so. The pain was a gift. It let his body know where it had been injured. He directed healing energies towards his injury and the pain lessened. The knock came again, more insistently. "Master?" "Come in, Qui-Gon," Dooku said and barely a heartbeat later, Qui-Gon entered. The fourteen-year-old teenager was balancing a rather large looking tray in his hands. "What's this?" he asked, glancing at the boy. "Breakfast," his apprentice answered helpfully, putting his burden on the dresser. Dooku's brow furrowed as he sat up a little more carefully. "Breakfast?" "Of course, Master," the boy chirped, coming over to Dooku. He took his pillows and began to fluff them, and then piled them on top of each other. Dooku blinked at his apprentice for a moment, "In bed?" "Yes, Master," Qui-Gon said, nodding. Dooku leaned back against the pillows, shifting them slightly to get a better position. Moments later, Qui-Gon put his tray he had been carrying across his lap. "Breakfast," his apprentice said with a smile. Dooku examined the tray. On the tray was a disgustingly cheery array of waffles stacked neatly off to one side, a lump of what appeared to be rapidly melting butter arranged in the form of a smiley face, with a sprig of herb for the nose. He picked up the herb and sniffed delicately. Ahh. Floramint. A most refreshing choice, he admitted inwardly. A small jar of syrup was artfully arranged next to the waffle stack and he picked up the jar. Julaberry syrup, he discovered. A small plate of toast and tradalon bacon were to the right of the waffles and syrup. As he examined further, he noted there was also a glass of orange juice, an herbal tea, and milk. Also included, for whatever reason, was an orange and red Corellian Firethorn in fake crystalline vase. "Why did you fix me breakfast?" he asked. It unnerved him, really, that Qui-Gon had gone to this much trouble for him. True he was on light duty, but that hardly meant that he could not get out of bed and make his own food. Qui-Gon glanced up at him, a bit of surprise in his young face. "I wanted to be helpful," he said uncertainly. "You were injured rather badly, Master. I was going to take care of you while you're recovering." "I was," Dooku agreed. "But I?m not as injured now," he pointed out. He was even more flustered that Qui-Gon thought he needed looking after. He didn't need such things; he was the one who should be looking after the boy, not the other way around. He was injured yes, but not an invalid. He was neglecting his duty as a Master by not feeding the child. "Here," he said, handing the boy a plate of toast and a waffle, and a strip of the bacon. His apprentice looked bewildered. "But these are for you," he protested. "Yes, but aren't you hungry?