Chapter 4: What to Do with a Tiny Jedi?
Kanan sat down a plate of food in front of Ezra. The only problem was, that the plate had to be at least twenty times bigger than him.
"Uh," Ezra said, staring at the food that was bigger than him.
"Just eat what you want," Kanan said, "I'm sure Zeb will eat the rest."
Ezra stepped onto the plate and headed over to the section that held some crackers and nerf-cheese. He broke off a corner of each and ended up with something about the size of a proportionally sized sandwich. He made his way off the plate and sat crossed legged on the counter and started to eat his open faced cracker and cheese sandwich.
"Now, if I were to give you a glass to drink out of, that wouldn't work." Kanan said.
"Ya think?" Ezra asked sarcastically.
"I think I have an idea." Kanan muttered before leaving. He came back shortly with a thimble. He put it under the tap for only half a second before setting it front of Ezra.
The thimble was more of a bucket than a drinking glass, but it was the best that could be done Ezra figured. He set his food on the counter top and picked up the thimble with both hand and taking a long drink.
"Now the question is," Kanan started, pulling a chair over to the counter top. "Where are you going to sleep?"
"Wacca mean?" Ezra asked, in between bites of food.
"Well you obviously can't stay in your bed." Kanan said. "The pillow alone is as big as a house to you. Not to mention the height."
Ezra finished his crackers and cheese so he stepped back on the plate and headed over towards the fruit. Luckily it was a pretty soft fruit so he was able to just grab a handful out of it, before returning to his spot next to his drinking bucket.
"I suppose something on a bedside table would be good." Kanan thought aloud.
"Maybe like a match box with some cloth?" Ezra suggested.
"That's actually a very good idea." Kanan said.
Ezra smiled and took another bite of fruit.
"I'll go searching for a match box and some cloth for your bed." Kanan said and left.
"Man that sounded weird." Ezra muttered to himself.
After Ezra had finished his fruit he was full. Now the only problem was, his hands and face was incredibly sticky from the fruit juice. He couldn't very well wash his hands at the sink, because not only wouldn't he be able to reach the tap, the faucet would act more like a shower, and most likely wash him down the drain.
"Maybe I could just," Ezra started, he took another drink from his thimble to quench his thirst, before sticking his hands in it to wash them off. He smiled when he saw that it worked for the most part and brought some water to his face to it clean. He dried his hands on his pants and his face on his sleeve.
Now his only problem was, he was stuck here, on this counter top, until Kanan came back, or until one of the other crew members would offer to take him somewhere else.
Ezra started pacing on the counter top. About two minutes passed before Chopper came rolling into the galley. "Hey Chop!"
Chopper came over and beeped something like a question. Ezra mentally kicked himself for not studying binary.
"Um, do you know where Kanan is?" Ezra asked.
Chopper beeped what sounded like a positive.
"Could you take me to him?" Ezra asked.
Chopper whirled a question.
"Um," Ezra muttered. He figured Chopper asked, 'How?' so he just had to figure out how could Chopper take him where he wanted to go. "Could I ride on your dome?"
Chopper wheeled back and let out a protesting beep.
"Come on," Ezra said. "Please?"
Chopper processed his options before rolling forward so he was right up against the counter. Ezra slid down and dropped only slightly onto the top of Choppers dome.
"Thanks, Chop." Ezra said, sitting down near the middle.
Chopper beeped something similar to, "Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Chopper rolled out of the galley, being surprisingly careful not to throw off the miniature Padawan off him.
Ezra was very much pleased with the normally somewhat demonic droid when he brought him strait to Kanan who was in his room.
"Kanan," Ezra said.
Kanan turned to see who had called him to be meet with the sight of his Padawan riding on top of Chopper.
"How did you get on Chopper and not get killed?" Kanan asked, lowering his hand for Ezra to climb in. Ezra stepped onto Kanan's open hand and gripped his thumb for balance.
"I asked." Ezra said.
Chopper beeped a retort before rolling out of the room.
"Thanks again Chop," Ezra called after.
"Well, I just finished your bed." Kanan explained, turning slowly and walking a few steps over to the night stand. He placed his hand on the stand and Ezra stepped off.
"That, is my bed?" Ezra asked. Quite honestly, it looked pretty pathetic, but given the circumstances, it was the best that could be done. It was literally just an opened match box, with some old cloth stuffed in the bottom for a mattress and a slightly bigger piece for a blanket. He sighed. "I guess it will work. Probably a lot more comfortable then some places I've slept in, in my past."
Ezra walked over to the match box bed and climbed into it. It was actually pretty soft and comfortable. He just hoped no one decided to close the box while he was inside, because that could be easily done.
Ezra didn't realize how tired he was until he was lying in a bed, even if it was a makeshift one. He began to drift off.
Kanan smiled, "Connect if you need anything."
"M'kay." Ezra murmured before falling into some much needed sleep.
Kanan quietly left his room and headed to the cockpit to talk to Hera.
"How's the kid?" Hera asked.
"He should be fine." Kanan replied, sitting down in the co-piolet chair. "He's asleep in his bed in my room right now." He sighed, "What are we going to do with him?"
"We'll find a way to change him back. I know we will." Hera comforted.
"How? And When?" Kanan asked.
"I don't know, love." Hera said. "But I know we will. Because we won't give up until we do."