The Zeltron's face smiled even larger than before, and Lilaena offered a small one of her own in reply. "Come on then." You didn't live on your own for years without being able to cook, and pancakes were very easy. After fifteen minutes of mixing and cooking they managed to create a large stack of pancakes. Lyydea helped - her enthusiasm was childlike, and her skill level matched, leaving the galley with a fine coating of flour by the time they were finished.

Lilaena handed off the bowl of batter to an incoming Mandalorian, and joined the girl at a table just as she was beginning to pour syrup generously over her breakfast. She spread some butter on hers. "We haven't really talked much about you, Lyydea. About what you want for your life."