It was moments like these that Obi-Wan cherished in this world. Knowing the pain and desolation that faced him in the future, which tended to follow here sometimes, he took every happy moment he could get. Whether or not he would remember any of this when he returned home, he didn't know. But he was living in the moment, and such worries wouldn't bother him. Or any other for that matter. For now.
Obi-Wan watched curiously as his master experimented with the chimes as well. A delighted smile flickering across his face again as he watched the crystals change. Knowing exactly what emotion he was using there. There were so many times in his youth when he wanted no more than to please his teacher. He was glad he could do this for him.
"I thought you might," Obi-Wan said with a light laugh of his own. The crystals nearest him taking on a pink hue again and changing the pitch which caused them to harmonize with the green ones.
"Again, Happy Birthday Master."
The fact that he got to spend another year with the man who raised and mentored him made all his time in this world worth it.
After the song died down, he slowly lowered the chimes back into their box, careful not to let the fine crystal edges hit against any hard surfaces. He didn't replace the lid, however, not wanting to cover up the gift just yet (especially when he planned on putting them up just before going to bed, anyway).
Qui-Gon reached over and wrapped an arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders and squeezed. Meanwhile, tiny, white, and bell-shaped flowers snaked through the floorboards and unfurled around his feet.
The half hug was met with Obi-Wan returning the gesture. Putting his own arm around his old mentor. A few more flowers joining the ones that had already popped up. No mushrooms today!
Though the question drew an curious life of his brow.
"Certainly, Master."
He had indeed intended to go to bed, but it could wait.
"Perhaps it was the work of someone who's become cheekier with age," Qui-Gon replied good-naturedly as he turned around and continued forward.
Thirteen years of banter had been lost since that fateful encounter on Naboo, and although Obi-Wan's status as a Padawan back then didn't curb many of his jabs, the chance for some back-and-forth as equals couldn't be ignored. Not when their stay in Empatheias was the only real opportunity they'd have.
"You should come have some of the cupcakes as well. Even after giving a few away, there are far too many for me to eat on my own."
A light laugh was Qui-Gon's reward for the quip. A sound that was so rarely heard from that particular Jedi these days.
"Well... I suppose I could have one or two."
He had been eyeing them along with everything else in that store. But he had been strong! Though far be it from him to not accept at chance to have something sweet.
If anyone knew the voracity of Obi-Wan's sweet tooth, it was his master. Even if that master didn't have the best track record in indulging it. It was the same with Obi-Wan's pride, which Qui-Gon indulged in just a little bit more.
No better way to try and make up for lost time!
He took out the appropriate pots and, like clockwork, began brewing some of the tea, choosing something mild to go along with the overabundance of sugar.
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Obi-Wan watched curiously as his master experimented with the chimes as well. A delighted smile flickering across his face again as he watched the crystals change. Knowing exactly what emotion he was using there. There were so many times in his youth when he wanted no more than to please his teacher. He was glad he could do this for him.
"I thought you might," Obi-Wan said with a light laugh of his own. The crystals nearest him taking on a pink hue again and changing the pitch which caused them to harmonize with the green ones.
"Again, Happy Birthday Master."
The fact that he got to spend another year with the man who raised and mentored him made all his time in this world worth it.
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After the song died down, he slowly lowered the chimes back into their box, careful not to let the fine crystal edges hit against any hard surfaces. He didn't replace the lid, however, not wanting to cover up the gift just yet (especially when he planned on putting them up just before going to bed, anyway).
Qui-Gon reached over and wrapped an arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders and squeezed. Meanwhile, tiny, white, and bell-shaped flowers snaked through the floorboards and unfurled around his feet.
"I know you must be tired, but do you have time?"
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Though the question drew an curious life of his brow.
"Certainly, Master."
He had indeed intended to go to bed, but it could wait.
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"Ezra brought over some tea leaves as a gift. I thought you might like a cup before retiring for the night."
He shot a knowing look over his shoulder at his former Padawan, eyebrows arched once more.
"And I am curious as to how he found out today is my birthday."
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Far be it from Obi-Wan to turn down a good cup of tea. Though Qui-Gon's following statement brought a little bit of a mischievous smile.
"Hm, I do wonder."
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Thirteen years of banter had been lost since that fateful encounter on Naboo, and although Obi-Wan's status as a Padawan back then didn't curb many of his jabs, the chance for some back-and-forth as equals couldn't be ignored. Not when their stay in Empatheias was the only real opportunity they'd have.
"You should come have some of the cupcakes as well. Even after giving a few away, there are far too many for me to eat on my own."
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"Well... I suppose I could have one or two."
He had been eyeing them along with everything else in that store. But he had been strong! Though far be it from him to not accept at chance to have something sweet.
Some things never did change.
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If anyone knew the voracity of Obi-Wan's sweet tooth, it was his master. Even if that master didn't have the best track record in indulging it. It was the same with Obi-Wan's pride, which Qui-Gon indulged in just a little bit more.
No better way to try and make up for lost time!
He took out the appropriate pots and, like clockwork, began brewing some of the tea, choosing something mild to go along with the overabundance of sugar.