star wars 3-sentence fic

[archersangel]

Han settled down in a large. comfortable chair to watch his new favorite show as R2-D2 trundled up with a tray of snacks.

"Today half of our contestants will be making Jogan fruitcake, the rest will make Sic-Six-layer cake." The host/judge, a 6th generation bakery owner, was explaining. She reminded Han of a younger Mon Mothma, with an overly-elaborate hairdo.

R2 made warbling oooo! sound. Han nodded, chewing on some dried Bofa fruit.