"Just milk is good," Anakin said as he flipped a pancake and glanced over to watch his Mom.
It was funny how he'd almost gotten used to her looking as young as she did. Knowing that she really wasn't that much older than him when it came down to it. When she'd arrived, she and Han hadn't even been married yet at home so he knew they'd been young.
"I mean, he's Dad, pretty much always," he said simply, moving the cooked pancakes to the plate from the stove. "And like, knowing him here, it wasn't that different from at home. I mean, it was, but the basics were the same and I don't really know how to explain it beyond that." He poured the second batch of batter on the griddle and looked over at his mom with a lopsided grin. "He's unlikely to show up if we're expecting him to, so I take it back, he totally is unlikely to show up tomorrow and probably never, I don't know what I was thinking."