This story is set before Ki'ara became Obi Wans apprentice. She's about five years old.
WEDGIE
Five year old Ki'ara Tonan ran past the small form of Master Yaddle, as she flew past the Jedi master aimed her gimmer stick at Ki'aras leg, but initiate deftly dodged it. Rounding the corner, she felt herself being lifted into the air, and staring into the eyes of a tall man she knew, she grinned impudently at him, then waved to the young man next to him. The man gave a loud fake sigh, and wagged his other finger in her face.
"It seems that every time I come here you are causing trouble, Ki'ara. What did you do this time, little one?" Qui-Gon Jinn asked her. Ki'ara blushed, and suddenly became very interested in the toes of her boots. She mumbled something.
"If you want to come to lunch with me and Obi Wan, you'd better speak a little louder." He said, it had the desired effect.
"Cas Tala said that I wouldn't give Master Yoda a wedgie. I was just proving him wrong tha-" She stopped speaking as the young man next to him snickered. Qui Gon silenced him with a glare. Then he lowered her to the floor, and knelt down in front of her.
"You should not have done that, little one. How would you feel if someone did that to you?" He asked. Her brow scrunched up in concentration.
"Pain, a lot of it."
"And do you think Yoda felt any differently?"
"Yes." She answered with certainty.
"Explain to me how it is different." He said. Once more she started to blush. She mumbled something under her breath again, then seeing the look on his face.
"To give someone a wedgie, they need to be wearing underwear, right?" She asked, at Qui Gons nod she went on.
"Well…um…Yoda wasn't wearing any, so I couldn't give him one. No wedgie, no pain right? So…um…can we go now?" She looked at him imploringly. Qui Gon sighed. Force preserve me from sith, and little children. He thought. He held out his hand.
"You are right. Obi Wan, it's time for us to leave."
They sat at a round table in the restaurant, Obi Wan and Ki'ara were both trying their best to either irritate Qui Gon or embarrass him, he wasn't sure which.
"Do you know how to sew, Obi?" Ki'ara asked.
"I sewed every hole in Qui Gons tunic, pants and robe once, and then I cut the end of his socks. He didn't know why he couldn't stick his hands or feet out the end of his clothes, and he didn't know which way his socks were supposed to go on." She giggled at the memory.
"After that one, you will not get me again. Now enough both of you." Qui Gon said. He glared at each of them in turn, letting them know that they would pay dearly if they continued.
"I think we did it, he always gets like this when he doesn't get his own way." Obi Wan whispered. Ki'ara smiled sweetly at Qui Gon, which would have made him shudder had he seen it.
"You haven't eaten your dessert yet, Qui Qui. I picked it out specially for you, don't you like it?" Her lower lip trembled, and if he'd been paying attention, he would have realised that it was because she was trying not to laugh, and not because she was trying not to cry. He took a huge bite out it, and then smiled at her.
"It's delicious, Ki'ara. Thank you." He said. She smiled at him, pleased when she noticed that what she had put in the cake was already starting to work.
As they left the restaurant, Qui Gon tried to ignore the strange look people was throwing his way. He heard Obi Wan sniggering, and glanced sharply in his direction, but his apprentice had a look of exaggerated innocence on his face, as they climbed into an air taxi, to head back to the temple.
When they arrived, they were met by Mace Windu, the head of the council. He stared at Qui Gon for a moment, and then shook his head, as if trying to clear it.
"Qui Gon, we have another mission for you and Obi Wan." He turned to Ki'ara.
"You can come to, if you want." They followed Qui Gon and his apprentice, to the lift.
"Did you do that to him?" He whispered. She nodded grinning up at him.
After they were told where they were going, Qui Gon turned to leave but noticed that Yoda was staring openly at him, not even hiding the fact that he was doing so.
"Do that yourself did you, hmmm?" He said.
"Master?" Qui Gon looked confused.
"Your hair and beard are pink, Qui Gon. Quite a nice shade on you to, I might add."