A/N: Hello, dear readers! It is I, CaylithTheGolden, back with another story! This will be a series of drabbles or one-shots, not necessarily connected, about Ahsoka learning how to do various things, as the title suggests. The updating schedule will be a little erratic, as we have no or very little wifi at my house, and what little we do have is extremely unreliable. Anyhoo, now that the logistics are over, in with the story!

Ahsoka Tano stood in the galley of the Resolute, next to Barriss Offee, who was trying to teach her how to cook. Trying, and failing. Barriss was flipping through an old and tattered flimsiplast recipe book, muttering to herself. "Nothing except the very basics - just flour, nuna eggs, butter, and blue milk. This is hopeless! Stupid food supplies." Ahsoka ran a hand over her montrals in exasperation. "Well, I don't have to learn how to cook," she grumbled under her breath. The Mirialan clasped her green hands and sighed. "Yes, you do," she corrected firmly. Ahsoka pouted. "Ahsoka, you are in command of thousands of men. You aren't supposed to pout." Barriss chastised. She turned away to continue rifling through the drawers. The Togruta girl poked her tongue out. "I saw that," Barriss said calmly, without turning around. She opened her mouth to retort, closed it, opened it again, and finally settled for thwacking her thigh with her fist instead. A few minutes later, Barriss punched the air in delight. Ahsoka frowned. It was a very un-Barriss-like thing to do. "I've found it!" she grinned happily. A single white eye-marking raised in confusion. "Found what?"

"The sugar, that's what! Now we can make something that isn't flour soup!"

Ahsoka watched, totally bamboozled as Barriss pulled out some bowls, the flour, the nuna eggs, the butter and the blue milk. "I think we should make pancakes," she mused as she retrieved ladles, spoons, and other utensils. When she was done, Barriss herded Ahsoka over to the bench. "So," she instructed, "first you pour the flour into the bowl..."

LATER ON:

If anyone were to pass by the kitchen of the Resolute, they would have seen two girls: one wearing long, dark clothes, without a spot on her, and another with orange skin, covered with flour, some shards of eggshell adorning her montrals. Both were happily munching on pancakes, sweetened with the glaze they had made out of sugar and water.

"Maybe," Ahsoka tried to say around her mouthful of food, "maybe cooking isn't so bad after all."

A/N: Well, that was Chapter One! Read, and, of course, review!