"It's not a rumor if it's true," Ezra teases, but really his own smile is betraying how he really feels. Qui-Gon's examination of his gift doesn't come off as criticism at all, but rather as plain appreciation. Ezra knows how much Qui-Gon loves his tea. Praise like that, sincere as it is, can only bring a soft flush of pride.

"There's a little shop on a side street about two blocks from the market where we get our blueberries. If you look in the bag, there's a paper with the address." Because Ezra had had a feeling Qui-Gon would want to know where the shop is. "I was helping them out with some stuff for a job, and I heard some of the customers talking about the tea, that it was really good. I thought it might be something you'd like."