Eli: It seems they’ve forgotten to make a place card for me.
Thrawn: You can use this.
Eli: “A work of art. Property of Grand Admiral Thrawn. Do not touch"?
Thrawn: Perfect.

thrawn: *watches the food network once*
thrawn: this is my puréed nut spread with a grape relish reduction paired with a brioche bun.
eli: this is a fucking pb&j sandwich
thrawn: define “fucking pb&j sandwich".

festeringsilence:

I should just change my working title for my Thrawn artbook to PlayChiss.

Ok I really should stop turning all my anatomy practice into slutty drawings of my blueberry babe.