As Ezra left, Qui-Gon nudged him along with a gentle push against the boy's shoulder out of the kitchen, followed by a soft smile that slowly curled the edges of his lips.
While Ezra takes his time absorbing the drastic change something as simple as a new hairstyle can make, Qui-Gon contemplates his own brush (pun intended) with his new official haircut that symbolized his status as a Padawan. Granted, the situation is somewhat different for Ezra--Kanan isn't here to tie his braid, after all--but it's hard to imagine that the boy isn't going through a similar sense of realization.
He is all the closer to becoming a Jedi.
So Qui-Gon awaits his return patiently.... outside of sneaking himself one of far too many leftover cupcakes.
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While Ezra takes his time absorbing the drastic change something as simple as a new hairstyle can make, Qui-Gon contemplates his own brush (pun intended) with his new official haircut that symbolized his status as a Padawan. Granted, the situation is somewhat different for Ezra--Kanan isn't here to tie his braid, after all--but it's hard to imagine that the boy isn't going through a similar sense of realization.
He is all the closer to becoming a Jedi.
So Qui-Gon awaits his return patiently.... outside of sneaking himself one of far too many leftover cupcakes.