Winter came to an abrupt stop in the doorway. Jaina was lying on the table, giggling uncontrollably as Han rolled her back and forth like they had done to the dough only half an hour before. Anakin stood on the chair that Tycho had left, bouncing on his feet and laughing while Han took cookie cutters and poked Jaina with them.
“Use the flower one!”
Han grinned at his youngest son and obeyed. “Right then, I guess we’re about done – off into the oven with you!”
Jaina screeched and tried to escape, her face lit up by her laughter and covered in flour and smears of icing. As Winter watched, Jacen clambered up onto the table, avoiding his sister’s flailing legs as he made his way over to Han. Too late, Winter realised what the boy was holding in his hands.
Han yelled in comic outrage as Jacen emptied the flour container over his head and right shoulder. Flour clouded into the air. Han grabbed hold of Jacen and ruffled the boy’s hair with a flour-covered hand.
“I think someone else wants to go in the oven!”
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One of the illustrations I'm doing for "Solo Moments". The kids and Winter do some baking, and when Han arrives on the scene, it dissolves into chaos. I didn't use any references, aside from the story, but I got it down on paper almost the way I saw it in my head, so I'm happy with it!
Media: Pencil on Bristol paper.
Time: ~2 hours