Dirt in the wrong hands

Wari headed her mother's call, her dark nose crinkling at the strange new smells that settled outside of their home. Mum and Otis had spent a great deal of time making some additions to the fire, though the purpose of it was lost on the cub. Still, she enjoyed watching them work from afar, picking up new information whenever and wherever she could so long as her still-short attention span could bear it. Fortunately, it seemed that today the fruits of their labor, whatever those were, would be revealed.

Beru seemed to have some.. scholarly thoughts about the lumps their mother had left, prompting Wari's lip to curl and a disgusted glance to be whipped in his direction before she claimed a chunk of her own, the biggest chunk. "What're we s'posed to be makin' mum?"