A/N: Just a random idea I got when I had to have lunch in our school cafeteria. Hope it gets a least a grin. Timeframe: Close around AotC.
Cafeteria
Obi-Wan stared with doubt at the plate in front of him. 'Noodles in bacon-cream-sauce and baked Camembert with cranberries', so the menu had said.
"It won't be bad enough to kill you, Master", said Anakin. "Besides, you need your strength. Those negotiations will still take ages, you know that probably even better than I do."
Obi-Wan looked at him.
"How do you know it won't kill me? You haven't eaten anything. After all, this could be everything, and it certainly doesn't smel good."
"I'm not hungry. And your older than me, so you tire earlier."
Obi-Wan tried to ignore the mischievous grin that spread across his Padawan's face and poked at the food. There was a heap of yellow objects, covered with a pale, green-yellowish sauce, which he supposed were the so-called noodles. Next to them lay a thing with a brown coating that could have been meat or something else entirely, topped with a sauce made from purple fruit. Cautiously he sliced a piece off the coated thing, revealing a soft, white interior. Just as carefully he put it in his mouth and chewed. With morbid fascination Anakin watched his Master's facial expression change from apprehension to disgust.
"Bah! It tastes like… numb feet!" he exclaimed.
"How do you know how numb feet taste?" replied Anakin.
Obi-Wan shot him a glare that told him this was not a wise moment to make witty remarks, and he ducked as if dodging a shot.
"Whoa, Master! No need trying to kill me!"
Obi-Wan mumbled something incomprehensible, though Anakin believed he had heard a few choice curses. He bit his tuongue to prevent himself from saying something about setting a good example, and his grin spread so far that his cheeks almost hurt. He watched Obe-Wan shift uneasily in his seat, then something hit his shin very hard.
"Oh, so sorry. Do you want to sit over here to be closer to your feet?"
Sarcasm dripped from Obi-Wans's words. But then his gaze returned to his meal. He bent his head down and sniffed at the 'noodles'. He picked one up with his fork and inspected it closer, turning it before his eyes. Then he tasted it. Anakin tensed and waited for the reaction. His Master chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed, and nodded.
"Actually these are quite good. Nothing spectacular, but good."
He put a forkful of them in his mouth. Again his expression changed. He started to choke from trying not to vomit. Anakin also choked, but from laughing so hard everyone's eyes were on them.
"The – sauce!" Obi-Wan managed to get out after gulping down most of his mouth's content.
"I told you so, Master" Anakin began, still gasping for air, "Public cafeterias like this never sell good food unless they're in a really posh building and get extra pay to do so. You owe me. Never bet against a safe case."