Life was as peaceful at it was ever going to get. Obi Wan had gotten up before anyone, through some miracle, and had a few moments alone to ponder the important questions a jedi must face. Like whether one breakfast food was inately superior to the others. He meditated on this connumdrum, while he looked at his, admittedly sparse, breakfast options. Truely this question ranked above all others a man could devote his thought to. If this one question could ever be answered satisfactorily, then mankind would find peace and harmony. A full stomache cures all ills.

The stillness of the moment, along with the mood of quiet contemplation, was broken by the sound of something falling. Obi Wan turned quickly, training honed instincts readying his body to pounce. But the figure behind him was already apologizing profusly in his idiotic yawlp. Obi Wan had the grace to look like he'd merely been turning around, before looking at his feet and shuffling akwardly. He had the worst temptation to talk about hte previous night, but ws hell bent on not doing so.

Jar Jar didn't notice his discomfort, but instead got breakfast. Obi Wan watched him, before frowning. There was somehting subtley wrong, something that had changed. Jar Jar was not his usual self, but a more thoughtful, or at least quieter, person. It wasn't a change that was wholey unwelcome, but it was worrisome all the same. The change set Obi Wan on edge. After the way they'd behaved the previous night. . .his thoughts were interrupted by Jar Jar's voice. Obi Wan frowned and filtered through the mangled English to search for meaning.

"No, we don't have any eggs." Obi Wan said, frowning deeper. That surely wasn't the question, but what else made sense?

"We do." Jar Jar noted. "Wes got lots of eggs."

Obi Wan looked at the brekfast selection, which was, as he'd known, deviod of eggs. His eyes widened, and he stared at Jar Jar, who, he just noticed, was beaming madly.

"You be such a good daddy. And I be the best mommy!"

Obi Wan stared in dumb horror. He wondered if this were a situtation where honorable suicide was an option. Or honorable homocide. If only last night hadn't happened! Curse his hormones, and the lonliness that came from training and adventuring.

"We're not the same species." He said lamely, after a few minutes of inward cursing. Jar Jar shrugged.

"Looks like we'll have to learn to be now." It took Obi Wan a second to work out what Jar Jar meant. He almost launched into an explanation of species and rudimentary genetics, but decided to skip it. Instead he settled for some barely edible looking gruel, and went back to his room. And vow never to have sex again. Yes. Definitly. That was very important. No more sex.

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Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith