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It's okay, Ezra. Most people are with you on the whole 'getting towered over by Qui-Gon' thing. Enough so that he doesn't say a word about him having to look up, nor does he mention the various floating items and the shimmers of light. Instead, Qui-Gon's hand comes to a rest on Ezra's shoulder as he guides the teenager towards the table.

"Until that day arrives, let us enjoy the now."

That's always been Qui-Gon's philosophy. There's no point in trying to discern the hypothetical future, just as there's no point in thinking about the cemented past. All they are guaranteed are the moments ticking by, filled with mirth, filled with sadness, filled with laughter, and filled with tears. There's a beauty in the ability to appreciate each precious second of 'now' and what they bring.

'Now' brings a tray of sweets with their names on it.

'Now' brings the animated conversation that awaits them, birthday related and otherwise.

'Now' brings the trail of amaryllis flowers twisting along the ground around Qui-Gon's feet, their petals opening to greet yet another day to be savored as a gift like no other.

'Now' is what he and Ezra have, and 'now' is what Qui-Gon will let himself fall into as the two enjoy everything it carries.