This is my first entry in the Fanfiction Clue game. Cake and Lies Guesses: Han Solo, Jedi Temple, Baking a Cake Han Solo slipped through the door of the Jedi Temple. Some guards, he thought. I bet they can’t even see anything through those masks. Hokey religions got nothing on quiet feet! He’d come in through an empty loading dock, and Han continued deeper through the shadows and columns. The grand hall was dim and silent. It was late- or early- enough that even here on the city-planet the sky was sort of black. Dawn was not yet intermingled with the constant lights. Few sentients were about at this hour. The boy’s stomach growled so loudly that he flattened himself against the shadows of the wall. Somebody must have heard that, he grimaced. He hadn’t eaten in a couple of days. I should just go back to Shrike. No. Shrike would feed him, but would probably beat him if he didn’t come back with something really good this time. Han was supposed to be begging, not running off on an adventure. But the city-planet was just too cool to spend time sitting around looking pathetic. Besides, in this neighborhood, they’d probably call protective services. He waited a few minutes, then continued on. Han walked past rooms that were bigger and far more glorious than he’d ever imagined possible. There was a jungle-like indoor garden, and a vast training room with mats on the floor, and rooms with big holo-emitters in the center and seats all around. But nothing he could slip in a pocket. He followed a faint light toward a room that turned out to be a kitchen. Well, if he couldn’t steal something cool, he could at least eat. Han crept slowly around a prep table until he could see farther in the room. It seemed someone had just forgotten to turn out the light. Except… it smelled wonderful, like someone was baking a cake. In the middle of the night? Curious, Han looked around until he found the just-scraped bowl of mix sitting by an oven. Several minutes remained on the timer. Still, nobody was around. He licked the last traces of batter from the bowl, but he was still hungry. A heavy metal door led to cold storage. There wasn’t anything good in there that he could reach, just vegetables and vats of uncooked food prepped for the next day. He grabbed a loaf of munch-fungus bread and some pallies and left. The dry storage didn’t fare much better – mostly dry ingredients. Apparently the cooks at the Jedi Temple were pretty efficient. Up on the top shelf, however, he spied something. A small case of namana candies! Han shoved his bread and fruits in his pockets and began to climb. The top shelf was not full, since it was higher than the average humanoid could easily reach, so Han had plenty of room to sit and eat. It was all he could do to eat real food first, but once the bread and pallies were gone, he’d have more room in his pockets for candy. He popped the seals on the case and began to stuff his pockets. The lights came on. Han froze. He’d forgotten about the cake being baked in the other room; it must be done by now. A teenaged Togruta entered the store room, looking for something. Han crouched as still as possible on the top shelf. Maybe she wouldn’t look up. Nobody ever looked up. A piece of candy fell out of his pocket and dropped to the floor. She looked up. “What are you doing up there?” she asked. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” “Shouldn’t you?” he retorted. The Togruta chuckled. “That’s fair. Come on down, kid. I won’t turn you in.” Han climbed down slowly. The Togruta was still smiling, and if she had any idea that he wasn’t supposed to be in the Jedi Temple, she didn’t let on. “Why are you making a cake in the middle of the night?” he asked. “It’s my master’s birthday, so I thought I’d surprise him. Birthdays aren’t really special for most Jedi, but I guess you could say my master isn’t most Jedi. I thought he’d like it. Why are you stuffing your pockets with candy in the middle of the night?” Han paused, forcing down the terror of being caught and replacing it with the crooked grin Shrike always told him would get him far as a con man. “I wanted to surprise my friends too. I didn’t think the cook would let me have any,” he lied. Well, half lied. He would give a few pieces of candy to his friends, if he managed to sneak it back. The Togruta regarded him for a moment, then shrugged. “All right, then. I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine. You’d better get back to bed before someone notices you’re gone.” “Thanks!” he called as he raced out of the kitchen. He didn’t dare check his vest pocket until he was far from the Jedi Temple. Shrike would definitely let him keep his candy this time. Han ducked into a dark alley, making sure to check for security devices before taking a look at his loot. Green light blazed among the trash bins littering the alley. He’d managed to pickpocket a Jedi’s lightsaber.