Recipe for Disaster
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"Master. A question."
Qui-Gon Jinn modulated his soft exhalation of chagrin so as not to disturb the Archives' other occupants. "We have already more than exhausted the topic, Padawan."
"And yet we have not reached a conclusion," the obstreperous younger Jedi retorted.
"We have not reached the conclusion you desire," the tall man corrected, tightly.
Obi-Wan's expression was thunderously civil. "Indeed not."
"Your question?"
Alert to the clear warning signal latent beneath this last prompt, Qui-Gon's silently fuming protege nevertheless leapt boldly into the breach. "What in the blazes does cooking have to do with Jedi training?"
Qui-Gon's offered his apprentice what he knew to be an insufferably smug smile. "It is on the standard curriculum, is it not? So it must be important."
"I am not wasting my time learning how to make soufflés or debating the proper way to crack open a thranctill egg."
The tall man slotted a holo-volume back in to place among its gently glowing companions and turned to survey his disgruntled young student. "Do you wish to garner fame as the only senior padawan who has not passed the course requirements?"
"I'm not the only one," Obi-Wan snapped back, falling into hurried step beside the older man as they proceeded down the aisle and into the main promenade. "Quinlan Vos also refuses to – oh no," he swiftly amended, catching wind of his master's next tyrannical whimsy. "Absolutely not. I'm not to spend time with him, remember? Master Tholme explicitly forbade it."
"I have always thought that prohibition to be suspiciously aligned with your own preferences, Obi-Wan."
They halted beneath the main entrance's wide arch. "Be that as it may-"
"Be that as it may, I think we've found the answer to your previous question."
Obi-Wan gaped for a moment before remembering his precious Jedi dignity. He snapped his mouth shut again and jogged to catch up with Qui-Gon as they crossed the soaring annex hall. "Master… you cannot be serious."
"Alas," the Jedi master smiled, " I am in deadly earnest. You and Padawan Vos can enroll together; I daresay that by the end of the experience you will be able to articulate the connection between cooking and the life of a Jedi."
They parted ways at the next intersection, one with a satisfied spring in his step and the other in stunned disapprobation.