Vader was going to check on another Imperial Fleet mission report when he decided to drop by and see how Luke and Leia were going. Leia was talking to one of her friends at school, she hadn't even noticed when Vader dropped by. It didn't matter, he didn't understand her intense desire for friendship, she should be more interested in other things... Like using the Force for the Dark Side!

Anyway, Vader had searched the majority of the living quarters for the boy and still couldn't find him. He was on the verge of calling a Death Star-wide lockdown when he decided to check the kitchen in case.

To Vader's relief, he found Luke within the kitchen, but whatever task had so thoroughly required his attention must be important so Vader decided to pause and watch.

Luke was standing on a stool, doing his best to reach a jar of chocolate-chipped cookies that was a couple of benches out of his reach. "Use the force." He was muttering. "Concentrate." His hand began to shake and the cookie jar tipped slightly but still stayed firmly in its position.

"Ugh!" He cried out in frustration. "I just can't do it!"

Try again. Vader spoke telepathically. Luke froze then tried again, concentrating harder.

Vader's hand tipped slightly and the cookie jar tipped down and gently floated into Luke's outstretched hands. "I did it!" He cried, jumping off the stool in one, fluid movement and proceeding to run around the island bench, screeching joyously. "I did it! I did it! I did it!"

Vader grinned it himself as he swept away.