'Come along, Obi. We can't be late!' Siri Tachi's exasperated voice drifted almost dreamily across Obi-Wan Kenobi's mind.
He stumbled again, grinning madly. Siri looked at him and groaned, shaking her head.
'Last time you're getting any. I'll save it for myself next time, you clearly can't handle it,' she muttered.
He swung a hand out to keep himself upright as the turbo lift moved speedily upward. 'Sorry. I'm trying, but it feels weird.'
'Stop grinning! You look like a right fool.'
By the time the turbo lift had reached the destined floor, both Jedi padawans had managed to straighten themselves out into a respectable manner. Siri flung her hair back out of her eyes and stepped onto the landing. For the first time ever there were no other Jedi waiting in the room.
'Maybe we're the only ones summoned,' she wondered out loud.
Or maybe,' Obi frowned, 'we were all summoned for the same meeting and we are late.'
'Don't be ridiculous.'
They hurried to the next turbo lift that led to the council chambers and waited.
'What do they want to speak to us about any way?' siri voiced.
'How should I know. Quiet.'
The turbo lift doors sprang open and an elderly Jedi stepped out.
'The council will see you now,' he announced, then began walking in the other direction.
Siri and Obi-Wan stepped into the turbo lift and took another moment to make themselves look presentable.