Thought:
Kylo & Hux go planetside for some secret negotiations. They have time to spare, so they stroll through the capital. Hux sees an odd thing sold by one of the many vendors. Soft, colourful swirls poured into a pastry cone. He wonders whether it& #39;s food or some novelty gift.
Kylo senses his confusion and decides to buy two cones of the soft ice cream. Mango, chilli & chocolate for himself, strawberry, tonka bean & vanilla for Hux.
He shows Hux what to do with it. When the general takes a first lick, he freezes and looks at Kylo.
"It& #39;s cold!" he says.
"Well, it& #39;s ice cream." Kylo shrugs, secretly disturbed by Hux& #39;s lack of experience in this regard. Every kid in the galaxy ought to know what soft serve ice cream is, right?
"Isn& #39;t ice supposed to be solid?"Hux wonders as his eyebrows knit together.
"Yes, but this is ice-/cream/."
"So why is it soft?"
Kylo heaves a sigh.
"Look. You... just enjoy the taste."
Hux takes a dainty lick. His eyes go wide.
"It... it& #39;s /sweet/." he mutters, thoroughly surprised.
"Of course it is."
"You /knew/ of this?" Hux asks, bewildered.
"Well..." Kylo starts, but Hux looks at his ice cream again and takes another couple of dainty licks. There is a contemplative expression on his face. Just before the silence gets too awkward, he rubs his chin and mutters quietly:
"I wonder what kind of drugs they put inside..."
Now it& #39;s Kylo& #39;s turn to furrow his brow in confusion.
"Drugs? Hux, they don& #39;t put any drugs inside. It& #39;s literally just sugar, eggs, dairy and some flavouring."
"Then how does it do that?" Hux asks and pierces Kylo with an intense stare usually reserved for interrogations.
"Do what?"
Hux pauses, searching for the correct words.
"How does it... hmm...how does it produce those... those feelings of joy?" he asks, his gaze softening, expression turning pensive again as if he doesn& #39;t quite believe he& #39;s feeling what he& #39;s feeling.
"Well...you& #39;re just not used to it." Kylo says slowly, trying to keep his face straight. He never thought Hux could be so adorable.
"I suppose I& #39;m not." the general shrugs.
"Did the Imperial Remnant not give its cadets any sweets?"
"Oh, it certainly did."
"Really?" Kylo wonders out loud, taken aback. It would be very much like the old Empire, to keep its cadets on the most frugal of diets while higher ranks enjoyed the good stuff - or so he thought.
"Yes. We called them soapies."
"Soapies? Were they good?"
"They were... /sweet/."
"Why were they called that way?"
"I suppose it was the taste." Hux says, his brow furrowing as he dove into his memories. "There wasn& #39;t any sugar to spare, so in order to treat the subadults something special on the Empire Day, they boiled potato starch with sulphuric acid."
"They /what/?" Kylo exclaims. Surely even the old Empire wasn& #39;t as evil as to serve its own cadets something like /that/.
"Oh, yes. The chemical reaction produced sugar. Soapies were very sweet and, yes, quite safe to consume. It was a sign of honour, to be allotted one.
(You think I& #39;m making this up? Think again! Gotta love socialism! They were called & #39;mejdlýčka& #39; in my mother language, and they were a thing since the 60s. I tasted one on a fair when I was about 14, and it was... an experience, to say at least)
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