"Master, why, again, are we here?"

"Because my brother is getting married."

"Oh. What does it mean...to get married?"

"Well, when two persons decide that they love each other enough to spend the rest of their lives together, they get married."

"But, it's so SAPPY!" the ten year old could not grasp the thought of living with a girl for the rest of his life.

"Yes, it is, Anakin. But, he asked us to come, so we're here."

"Is it going to be all lovey-dovey the whole time?"

"Not the whole time, later on there will be music and dancing and food."

"Did you say 'food'?" His eyes widened into saucers.

"Yes, and there will be a cake."

"CAKE?" He started bouncing off the walls, literally.

"PADAWAN! Calm yourself down! If you don't you won't be having any cake any time soon." The hyperactive child stilled immediately. "When will you learn to control your excitement? If you behave yourself through the whole ceremony and for the reception, you can have one piece. And if you are astonishingly well behaved from this point onward, I might let you have a second piece." He looked as if he was about to have another wall bouncing fit, but remained as still and silent as a tree for the rest of the ride to Stewjon.

Obi-Wan was quite startled at how well Anakin sat through the wedding by himself. Since he was the best man, he couldn't sit with Anakin. The little boy hardly made a sound except to sneeze or cough. 'Anakin must really want that cake.' And he did. It took all his effort to behave in such a way. And even after the ceremony was over, he didn't move from that spot until Obi-Wan came over to him. "We have to go to the reception now, Anakin." He slowly got up from his chair and walked alongside his Master all the way to their speeder.

It took less than fifteen minutes to get to the reception hall. The moment they entered it, Anakin's eyes scanned the room for any sign of cake. It was like a Nexu closing in on its prey. "Anakin, there won't be cake for a while. First comes dinner, then dancing, and then comes the cake. Followed by more dancing."

A few hours later, the cake was about to be cut, and Obi Wan fully expected to see his Padawan no less than 10 feet away from it. But, he was nowhere to be seen. And then, he looked to the dance floor. There was a large ring of people in the center of the dance floor moving to a heavy electronica beat. He moved closer to see that at the center of that circle, was Anakin. And he was breakdancing, very well. Rather than interrupting him to get the cake, Obi Wan left him be.

Anakin didn't once leave the dance floor until the reception ended. Obi-Wan told him it was time to leave, and the little boy looked very sad. As they walked toward the speeder, the master spoke, "You've been on that dance floor practically the entire night, you must be exhausted."

As the got into the speeder, Anakin responded. "No, I'm not tired. Not...yawn...even a little bit." And then, he fell asleep, dreaming of cake, and of dancing, and of whatever things a child dreams of.

"Sleep well." Obi Wan got no response except for the sound of a child sleeping. 'He completely forgot about the cake, hehe. It's a good thing I saved a piece for him, otherwise I would never hear the end of it.'

And then, Anakin murmured something in his sleep.

"May the cupcake be with you, Master."