"I'm Hungry!"
Qui-gon was sitting comfortably in *his* chair reading a book. A cook book.
Suddenly,
SWUSH
Obi-wan stomps through the door yelling, "I'm hungry! Stay out of my way!"
He opened and shut cabinets frustrated.
"Don't we have anything in here?!"
Qui-gon just watched him go back and forth triple checking for food.
Obi-wan opened the fridge and took out a bottle of soda. (Ok, I couldn't think of anything else.)
He opened it up and chugged it down.
Qui-gon stood and protested, "Hey, your not the only one who lives here."
Obi-wan finished the up the soda with a burp following.
"Well, if I can't eat, may as well drink."
Qui-gon sighed.
"Here." Qui-gon handed Obi-wan the cook book.
"What…"
"Padawan, instead of eating junk and falling behind on your training…"
"Look and see what I would want to eat instead. I know, Master."
Obi-wan snatched the book and jumped landing on the couch and looked through.
"Master, I'm going on nineteen now, don't you think I could decide my own…"
Qui-gon grabbed Obi-wan's braid and yanked him up onto his feet.
"Padawan, I don't care how old you are you will listen to me!"
Qui-gon shot the same look that Obi-wan hated.
"I'm tired of you bursting in here after your classes complaining about having no food! Constantly have no manners what so ever! And I'm not ordering."
Obi-wan sat down and looked through the book…
The End
It's stupid. I know.