"How did the meeting with the Council go?"
"They're mad at me."
"The Council always seems to be mad at you, Anakin."
"They just don't approve of me being the baby daddy, so – "
Obi-Wan spit out his tea. "What?! Anakin, honestly, if this is the trash you pick up from watching afternoon holoshows…."
" – so I bought us wedding rings and promised to marry you. Assuming you say yes."
"I – of course, Anakin. Of course. You do need to make a respectable man out of me."
Anakin slipped the small golden band on Obi-Wan's finger. "Maybe semi-respectable. At most."
