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Caar nodded. "Yes, as I recall, you were trying to recreate some sort of biscuits your mother had become particularly fond of."
"Was I?" Hego, who actually remembered the incident in perfect clarity, inquired innocently.
"You made a dreadful mess of the kitchen and made the droid set off the fire alarm and procure a number of strange ingredients." Caar accused, knowing full well that he was not being quite reasonable in expecting his now nearly adult son to be held responsible for the follies of his childhood.
Privately Hego considered that the ingredients hadn't been that strange, but what he said aloud was "Ah, but I was not doing the actual cooking; the droid was."
"Under your commands. Ergo you were quite guilty," the elder Damask insisted, allowing himself to get far more ruffled about the events of the past than he should have let himself.
"I see," Hego replied, with utter calm, looking carefully away from his father and instead at the patterning of the office carpet. He did not entirely care to acknowledge it as a learning experience, unworthy of a reputable Muun as lessons about recipe translation and conversion of recipe quantities were, but it had been rather revealing regarding both his father's personality and ways to deal with unanticipated difficulties...