True to his word, Ezra really went to the morning Language class with Caleb.

With someone accompanying him, language class didn't feel so boring anymore. In fact, Caleb was literally glowing when Kanan and his master walked both of them to the classroom. ' You seem to be in a good mood, my young Padawan,' Depa Billaba commented in an amused voice. ' It is not very likely for you to be in such a good mood, when in fact, you are going to a language class. Are you aware of the fact that you are not going to a lightsaber class?'

' Indeed, Master,' Caleb chorused cheerfully. ' Like, there's finally someone who I can really talk to during classes. Finally I don't have to try to force a conversation with those utterly boring kids at the back. They really bore me out. But still, I think Language lessons are so useless compared to lightsaber lessons. Master Palmer always demands us to write those ridiculous poems about sunshine, clouds and butterflies.'

' Caleb,' Depa said sternly. ' You better behave yourself. I know you are happy that Ezra is accompanying you, but he is just doing you a favour. Don't let me catch you chit-chatting in class, misbehave and you had better finish your work before class ends. I don't want anymore complaint slips from Master Palmer about your delightful classroom manners, okay? And no wrecking the class bookshelf like you did last year.'

' Fiiiiiiiiiiine,' Caleb pouted.

' And you, Ezra, I am depending you on keeping Caleb out of trouble.'

' Yes, Master,' Ezra said dutifully, and then shot Kanan a superior look.

They made their way to the classroom, and in there, getting seated and ready were all the other Padawans. At the end of the room was the teacher, an extremely tall woman with ginger hair, towering over the kids.

' Why, Padawan Dume,' The teacher - Master Palmer, was pretty surprised at the sight of Caleb. ' I am rather surprised to see you. Well, take a seat, and... Who might you be?' She turned to peer at Ezra, who immediately felt dwarfed.

' He is a temporary student, his name is Ezra Bridger,' Caleb answered. ' He will be staying with me, Master Palmer.'

' Well, Padawan Dume and Padawan Bridger, please take a seat and wait for the lesson to begin,' The woman walked to her desk.

The two boys sat down at a random table near the exit (to make a quick exit when necessary), just in front of a pair of boys who gave off a studious aura. When they looked at the door, the pair of adults had disappeared already.

' Welcome class, to the Language lesson. In case you have forgotten-' The class sniggered. ' I am Master Jean Palmer. And Padawan Dume, may I remind you that this is the Language lesson, and pray not stick your lightsaber on the table.' At this, Caleb scowled, because he had sneakily placed his lightsaber on the desk.

' Each one take a holopad from your front. Today, we are going to practice writing essays again. Don't you groan at me, Padawan Dume. Yes, essays. By writing more essays, you can learn the skills of negotiation on the battlefields,' The woman continued, while looking at Caleb out of the corner of her eye, as if daring him to disagree with her.

Caleb raised up his hand lazily into the air, almost as if to challenge the teacher. Ezra was slightly mortified by his friend's 'courage'.

' Yes, Padawan Dume?'

' I still can't understand how essays about my day in Dex's Diner can actually help me negotiate with those Separatists,' He drawled. ' As if my description of Dex's Special Omelette Surprise can help me win out Dooku.'

' Well, that is the first step,' Master Palmer was rather patient. It seemed like she had expected such act from Caleb, and was ready to accept what Caleb had in mind. ' And allow me to remind you, class. Master Obi-wan Kenobi, also known as The Negotiator on the Holonet, used to score a 100% on all his exams. If you want to be as successful as him, I pray that you start working harder. Is that enough to convince you? What about the whole class?'

All around them, anxious to prove that they could be as capable as Obi-wan Kenobi the Negotiator, the other Padawans began pulling out Holopads, frantically nodding at Master Palmer.

' But Master Skywalker, the Hero With No Fear, I doubt he even aced a pass at his examinations besides mechanics. Yet he is still so successful, actually, more successful than most of the others. That is already one convincing proof that we don't need to do such boring essays to be successful in the future,' Caleb said innocently. Ezra tried to hide his face behind his holopad, trying to edge away from Caleb, because he obviously scented danger in the air. Caleb, however, seemed pretty innocent and just stood there, waiting for a response from the woman.

However, Master Palmer seemed to pose no emotion towards Caleb's words, she didn't seem angry either, because she said in her calm voice, ' Sit down, Padawan Dume. Whether you like it or not, it is part of the syllabus. Class, take out your Holopads and open a new file.' Ezra buried his face in the sleeve of his jacket, asking himself why he had agreed to come in the first place.

Ahsoka was walking on her own in the Temple corridors.

She woke up much earlier than Anakin, so she decided to spend the morning having a walk. They had spent the whole night with the Clones, joking and basically teasing Anakin whenever they had the chance. They had managed to reenact the entire scene before the mission on Citadel ( ' It's Ahsoka's hearing that needs help,' Fives recalled), and the quotes brought tears to everyone's eyes, well, except an utterly embarrassed Anakin.

She was turning the corner, when she bumped into a very familiar figure. It was Master Luminara Unduli.

Sorry for a short chapter, because I need to go to bed early. :P