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[lothrat]

"Doesn't mean you're not making sure I learn my lesson," he grumbles, hands wrapping around the cup though he doesn't take a sip. Sorry, Qui-Gon, you're just doomed to get some lip from a teenager today.

[sithkabobed]

"And all that means is that I'm doing what I'm supposed to."

While it's not okay for Ezra to give Qui-Gon as much lip as he has, the fact of the matter is that the old Jedi has dealt with plenty of surly teens throughout his life. Enough that he has an arsenal of comebacks and enough patience to deliver them without too sharp a wit.

[lothrat]

And just how is he supposed to argue with that? It is an adult's job to make sure a kid learns, especially if the kid screwed something up and put his own life at risk - even if it had been an accident. Ezra huffs, but it's as much one of concession as irritation.

"I'm gonna go get dressed," he says, swallowing down his tea before he stands up, because you just don't waste food. "I've got stuff to do today."

Translation: he's going to retreat while the retreating is good.

[sithkabobed]

"Alright, Ezra."

Qui-Gon makes no move to stop him, understanding full well that some space is needed between the two for the time being. Their little... discussion isn't anything permanently damaging, and he takes solace in that, but he also respects its delicate nature.

"Be safe."

It's not a final barb, but a sincere request.