Obi-Wan and Iyla have a very similar shenanigan filled day. Basically they're both little brats and try to charm their way out of punishment but it doesn't quite go the way they plan. And everyone else is 1000% done with Kenobis.

So I had like soooo much fun with this chapter and I'm super proud of it. I hope that the idea of their days being practically the same comes across. It was really fun trying to basically carbon copy Iyla's day with Obi-Wan's and show their similarities. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Chapter 27: Like Father Like Daughter

She really wasn't sure what the big deal was. She was only trying to help and make things better. Jedi were supposed to help, that's what she'd been hearing ever since she came to the crèche. But now, she does her job as a Jedi and decides to be helpful and all she gets in return is a stern lecture and a time-out. It was all so confusing. They should be thanking her not disciplining her. Plus, she'd solved many problems that day and Jedi were supposed to be very good at solving problems. Why couldn't the Masters appreciate that?

The meditation cushions were much better now that they were decorated. Many of the younglings didn't like mediation and often fell asleep. This was most likely because the cushions were boring and gray. Of course they were going to fall asleep with ugly cushions to sit on. And if they fell asleep, they wouldn't get better at meditating, which, according to Master Alann, was very essential to a Jedi's life. So, really, decorating the cushions was doing all of her crèchemates a favor. Now they weren't boring anymore and they could get excited about meditating. They would all be better Jedi because they wouldn't fall asleep during meditation time. She'd helped, just as she was supposed to, as her Jedi duty called her to.

She just couldn't understand why Master Terrol had squawked when he saw them and Master Alann had closed his eyes and taken a lot of deep breaths. She hadn't really made too much of a mess with the paints. Not really. Mostly on herself. And some on the floor and the walls. And there might have been a small paint fight with Flynn who said her flower was ugly and lopsided. And Shona and Nari might have had a tug-of-war over the purple paint can since it was both of their favorite color and they didn't want to share. But, it's not like they weren't going to clean up. The Masters just hadn't given them time to explain that and sent them to sit against the wall instead. If she could only talk to them about why she did it, they'd understand that she was only trying to help.

The incident with the carrots though. That might have been a bit more selfish, but it also benefitted others so was it really wrong? The whole room of younglings had whined when the carrot sticks were served at snack, so obviously no one liked them. If no one liked them then no one would eat them. And if no one ate then they wouldn't be able to grow big and strong. Papa always said she has to eat her food so she can grow big and strong. But her friends were all in danger of not growing big and strong because they weren't eating. Therefore, the carrot sticks had to go. For everyone's well-being.

But wasting the carrot sticks was wrong too. Food should not be wasted. That was something else her Papa had told her. So, a new use needed to be found for the carrot sticks. Nari's collection of insects were running low on food after Moreck had seen the big pile of leaves in Nari's cubby and told on her. The Masters hadn't discovered the bugs, thankfully. But now Nari's pet worms were hungry and the roly-polies were curled up tightly into balls clearly too distraught to face a world without food. The confiscated carrot sticks were the perfect things to replace the leaves. They were only helping the bugs not starve and they weren't being wasteful with the carrots.

The problem came when Shona noticed that the bugs needed some fresh air and a new place to live. Nari's cubby was very small and dark. The bugs probably didn't like that. So, since they were all so good at building towers, they decided to build a house for the bugs. The Masters didn't question the tower and the other children didn't notice. That is, until Odwin came running by and knocked over the blocks, crushing some of the worms and flattening a few roly-polies. Nari shrieked and cried and Master Alann took one look at the smashed bugs and stolen carrot sticks and sent them all to his office.

All that was left to do was wait. Hopefully they'd listen to her explanation. She was only trying to help.

He really wasn't sure what the big deal was. He was only trying to help and make things better. He'd spent his whole life as a Jedi and one of the key values was to be helpful. But now, he does his job as a helpful and respected Jedi Master and all he gets in return is trouble. It was all so confusing. They should be thanking him, not getting angry. Plus, he'd solved many problems that day and as a Jedi he was very good at solving problems. Why couldn't they appreciate that?

The med droids were much more polite and submissive now that they were reprogrammed. Many Jedi didn't like the Healing Halls and often complained about the pushy and overbearing droids. This was most likely because they were quick to poke and prod and didn't listen when one told them they were perfectly fine, thank you very much. Of course he and his fellow Jedi were going to dislike the droids and their terrible programming. And if they disliked the droids, they would avoid the Halls, which he himself was fine with, but he recognized that there were others who needed to go to the Halls for their safety and health. So, really, reprogramming the med droids was doing everyone in the temple a favor. Now they wouldn't avoid the halls (although he still would) and they could get their treatment without rude and pushy droids. They would all be healthier Jedi because they would have polite and friendly droids to check their vitals. He'd helped, just as he was supposed to, as his Jedi duty called him to.

He just couldn't understand the sheer overreaction of Healer Che, whose blue face turned purple and whose lekku seemed likely to reach out and choke him. So much for the Hippocratic Oath. He did expect the resigned and exasperated look on Bant's face even as her eyes were alight with amusement. At least someone appreciated his work. Vokara was completely overreacting for no reason. It's not like he had disabled the droids or damaged them in any way. Not really. Well, not all of them. There were a few that had malfunctioned and instead of being less pushy had gone the opposite direction and chased a few healers and patients around with sharp tools. And there might have been one that started sparking and smoking while setting up a Knight with their breathing treatment. He really did feel bad about that one. Completely unintentional. The Knight was fine though. Just a small asthma attack but it was quickly fixed and there were no other issues. I mean, really, there were bound to be a few mishaps with the droids. He wasn't Anakin after all. He wasn't a genius with machinery. However, he thought he'd done pretty well, all things considered, and he'd solved more problems than he created. And he'd helped his fellow Jedi. Healer Che just hadn't given him time to explain that and instead had chased him out of the Halls with one of the faulty droids wielding sharp instruments. If he could only talk to her about why he did it, she'd understand that he was only trying to help.

The incident with the tea though. That might have been a bit more selfish, but it also benefitted others so was it really wrong? There wasn't anyone he knew who liked the muddy gritty blend of tea that the dining hall served during breakfast. It was quite frankly, an abomination and an embarrassment to all teas. If no one else liked it then no one would drink it. And if no one drank it then there would be a lot of cranky de-caffeinated Knights and Masters walking around and trying to go about their jobs in a half-awake state. Which wasn't safe. A Jedi's work could be dangerous and risky without adding the effects of grogginess. His fellow Jedi were all in danger of not performing well because they weren't drinking the tea. Therefore, the nasty tea had to be replaced. For everyone's well-being.

But wasting the tea was wrong too. Food and drink should not be wasted. That was something he'd been teaching Iyla for a while now. So, a new use needed to be found for the gritty tea. Master Yoda seemed to be the only one who enjoyed the gross tea, naturally. That was probably why the dining halls served it every morning. To appease the ancient and fearsome Master. But he wasn't afraid of his great-grandmaster...mostly. Plus, he'd be doing the little troll a favor. Master Yoda would have an endless supply of the muddy disgusting tea that he could make himself in his quarters without having to subject the rest of the temple to his horrid tastes. The confiscated tea would be moved to Yoda's quarters and a new blend of tea would be placed in the kitchens for future use at breakfast. He was only helping the temple residents not be deprived of their morning energy boost and he wasn't being wasteful with the other gross tea.

The problem came when he remembered that the cabinets and storage places in his great-grandmaster's quarters weren't as roomy as the average sized Jedi's. Yoda's cabinets were very small and already pretty cramped. The huge supply of tea bags simply wouldn't fit in one place. So, since he was resourceful and clever, he decided to reorganize Master Yoda's cabinets and stick the rest of the individual bags in any available nook and cranny. That way the grandmaster would be able to find the tea anywhere he looked. Like a nice surprise around every corner. He felt pretty good about his packing and organizing skills and he managed to get most of it done quickly without alerting anyone. That is, until Yoda and Mace walked through the door just as he was stuffing the last pack of tea into a drawer. No one said anything for a moment and the two Masters simply stared him down. He was about to make his retreat and a lame excuse when one of the overstuffed cabinets flew open and bags of gritty muddy tea spilled out over the counter and the floor. Yoda took one calculating look at the immense amount of tea bags taking over his kitchen and sent him to sit on a cushion against the wall like a youngling as Mace gave an exasperated sigh.

All that was left to do was wait. Hopefully they'd listen to his explanation. He was only trying to help.

Iyla sat impatiently in Master Alann's office with a tearful Nari on the chair next to her. Shona and Flynn were arguing about the structural soundness of the tower and whose fault it was that it broke so easily. Iyla would have jumped in and said it was Flynn since he was responsible for the base of the tower, but she was too busy thinking of what she was going to say to the Crèchemaster when he came in. Flynn was now poking Shona with his green-stained fingers as Shona tried to bat him away with her purple palms. Nari continued to sniffle and wipe at the blue stain on her tunic while Iyla stroked her orange chin in a manner reminiscent of her Papa when he stroked his ginger beard in thought.

All activity ceased though, when the heavy door creaked open and a stone-faced Master Alann walked into the room. He didn't say anything as he took a seat behind his desk and leveled them with an unimpressed stare. All four younglings swallowed heavily in unison and sent a quick prayer to the Force for mercy.

"Would anyone like to explain to me why exactly the mediation cushions are covered in paint and how it managed to get all over the craft room and yourselves?" Master Alann asked too calmly.

"We painted the cushions to help," Flynn answered.

Master Alann raised an eyebrow. "To help?" he asked.

"Yes, Master. We wanted to make medtashins better," Shona said.

"And how does painting the cushions make meditation better?"

"T-they was ugly, M-masser," Nari spoke up, still trying to get a hold of her emotions.

"I'm still not understanding how painting ugly cushions helps meditation," Master Alann said.

"Um…acause uver kids was fallin' aseep at mentanation time acause of the ugly cushins and we was just helping them stay 'wake," Iyla answered.

Master Alann brought a hand to his face to cover his smile and make it look as if he was deep in thought. "So, you decided to paint the ugly cushions to help your fellow crèchemates stay awake during meditation. Correct?"

"Yes, Masser. Acause mentanation is portant. You tolded us that," Iyla said.

Master Alann nodded. "That I did, little one. But, do you know why the meditation cushions are ugly and boring?" he asked.

All four children shook their heads.

"The cushions are ugly because they are supposed to be. In order to meditate properly, there must be few distractions and gray boring cushions aren't likely to distract anyone."

"S'that why they supew uncomerable too? They hurted my bottom," Flynn whined.

The three girls giggled at this. Master Alann couldn't help the twitch of his lips at the boy's question.

"Perhaps, Flynn. Or it could just be because they are old and have lost some of their fluff."

"Maybe we can help get them fluffier!" Shona said, perking up.

"Yeah, we can get some feathers and leefs and maybe gwass and fowers and put them in the-" Iyla was cut off by Master Alann who held up his hand for them to stop.

"I think you have helped quite enough. Besides, wouldn't fluffier cushions make the children fall asleep easier?"

"Yeah, that's twue," Nari answered.

"But, Masser Al-an," Iyla said, stroking her chin in a very Obi-Wan way. Alann had to suppress a chuckle at the resemblance in that moment, especially with the orange line of paint framing her mouth like a beard. He also knew that look. He had many years of experience with that look. It meant he was about to be Kenobi-ed out of his argument.

"Wifout fluffy cushins, then people have huwty bottoms, and if they gots huwty bottoms then they be 'stracted acause they only fink about that. And if they 'stracted then they not mentanate good. And if they not mentanate good, they not be good Jedi. So, if we make the cushins fluffy, we make evyone a good Jedi," Iyla reasoned.

Alann was silent for a moment. The kid had a point. Dang Kenobis and their negotiating skills. But fortunately, this little Kenobi wasn't as experienced as her father. There were still flaws in her argument.

"Ok, so, fluffy cushions would help with meditation, but how does painting them help and not cause distractions?"

"Well…" the little girl trailed off, biting her lip and scrunching her forehead in deep thought. "The pwetty cushins make them happy so they wanna mentanate and get 'sited about it. So it help them like mentanating."

"And what about the distractions caused by the paint?"

"Uh…they gots their eyes closed, so it not really matter," she shrugged.

"Then wouldn't boring gray cushions work just as well, if your eyes are closed?" Master Alann asked.

Iyla opened and closed her mouth a few times to answer but couldn't find a loophole in his reasoning. After a few tries, she sat back with a huff and a scowl.

"Yes, Masser," she conceded. "Ugly cushins still work." Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout and she crossed her arms in annoyance.

Master Alann actually did chuckle at that. It was the same face her father made as a youngling when he knew he'd been beat.

"And the rest of you," he spoke up, getting the attention of the other three silent children in the room. "Do you agree that gray boring cushions are important for meditation?"

He received three nods in return and some guilty looks. "Good. Now, as for your clothes and the state of the craft room…" he trailed off expectantly.

"Flynn said my fower was ugly!"

"It was! It looked like a weird tree!"

"Shona not share the puwple!"

"I had it first!"

Master Alann closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as the arguing went on around him. What he wouldn't give for an ugly gray cushion and a half an hour of "huwty bottom" meditation right now. And they hadn't even talked about the bugs. Force help him.

Obi-Wan sat impatiently on Master Yoda's cushion with a disappointed looking Mace Windu on the small chair next to him. Yoda was on a comm call with Healer Che, the Twi'lek grumbling and ranting about the damage done to her Halls and the rogue droids terrorizing her staff. Obi-Wan would have jumped in and pointed out that the damage was minimal and there were more functioning droids than rogue ones, but he was too busy thinking of what he was going to say to the two High Masters of the Council. He distracted himself by playing with the singed hole in his tunic where a spark caught him and he stroked his ginger beard in thought.

All contemplation and distractions ceased though, when the doors to Yoda's quarters swished open and a stone-faced Healer Che walked into the room with Bant behind her. The healer didn't say anything as she took a seat on Yoda's couch and leveled him with an unimpressed stare. He might not be very afraid of Yoda but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't afraid of the Twi'lek healer. Obi-Wan swallowed heavily and sent a quick prayer to the Force for mercy.

"Kenobi, would you like to explain to me why exactly my med droids are no longer performing their duties as normal and how you managed to get them to ask permission before taking vitals?" Healer Che asked too calmly.

"I reprogrammed the droids to help," Obi-Wan answered.

Healer Che raised an eyebrow. "To help?" she asked.

"Yes, Master. I simply wanted to improve the overall experience of visiting the Halls," he said.

"And how does reprogramming the droids improve one's experience?"

"They were pushy and rude," Obi-Wan replied defiantly.

"I'm still not understanding how reprogramming them to ask permission and then retreat when told 'no, thank you, I'm fine,' makes for a better healer visit," Healer Che said.

"Because everyone who has been poked and prodded by those insufferable droids knows it's extremely unpleasant and as such, it's a deterrent from coming to the Halls in the first place," he answered.

Bant Eerin brought a hand to her face to cover her smile.

Vokara Che still looked unamused. "So, you decided to reprogram the droids to help your fellow Jedi want to come to the Halls. Correct?"

"Yes, Vokara. Because the Healing Halls are a very important and vital part of the temple. Essential to the health and well-being of every Jedi. At least that's what I've been told," Obi-Wan smirked.

Vokara scowled. "I told you that, Kenobi. But, if that is what you believe, then why do you never come to the Halls?" she asked.

Obi-Wan smiled slyly and inclined his head. "Because of the pushy droids, Master."

"The droids are not pushy. They are efficient. And it is not the job of the droid to make sure you are comfortable. It is the job of the droid to make sure you are healthy. As is the job of everyone on the healing staff."

"Is that why you wanted to strangle me with your lekku? To make sure I was healthy and more efficiently check my vitals?" Obi-Wan sassed.

Bant covered her laugh with a fake cough and even Windu couldn't help the twitch of his lips at the sassy remark.

"Perhaps, Kenobi, if you'd cooperate with the droids and healers they wouldn't have to be pushy. Or would you rather them serve you some tea and cookies instead?"

"That would be wonderful!" he said, perking up. "Maybe I can get Anakin to show me how to do that. No doubt he's programmed service droids before. I'm sure the rest of the temple would appreciate the help in feeling more comfortable as well. Perhaps I can-" Obi-Wan was cut off by Vokara who held up her hand for him to stop.

"I think you have helped quite enough, Kenobi. Besides, wouldn't being served tea and cookies make you want to stay in the Halls that you dislike so much?"

"I suppose," he answered. "But," he countered, stroking his chin once again. Mace and Bant groaned in unison, clearly recognizing the look and twinkle in his eyes. They knew that look. They had many years of experience with that look. It meant that Vokara Che was about to be Kenobi-ed out of her argument.

"Being served tea and cookies would motivate me to come to the Halls more often. And if I come more often and get great service, then I'll be more inclined to cooperate with you and the other healers. And if I cooperate with you, then I won't need to be tracked down or physically dragged there. Which takes away from your healers' valuable time and my very important daily duties. Plus it would severely help my peace of mind not to be constantly paranoid that I might be accosted by a healer at every corner of the temple. So, if we program the droids to serve tea and cookies, I'll be healthy and you'd see less of me. Something I'm sure you'd be grateful for as well," Obi-Wan reasoned.

Vokara was silent for a moment. The maddening man had a point. Dang Kenobi and his negotiating skills.

"Ok, so, droids serving tea and cookies would give patients a better experience, but how does programming them to be submissive help my Halls work more efficiently?"

"Oh, Vokara. As I've stated many times, pleasant and polite droids are good for morale and motivate my fellow Jedi to visit the Halls when needed. Plus, the Halls' reputation would be much improved. A well liked and pleasant Healing Hall is an efficient one."

"And what about the rogue droids who chased around my staff and patients with sharp instruments? Or the one that caught fire and triggered an asthma attack in Knight Olgan?"

Mace groaned and brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose and Yoda whacked Obi-Wan's shins with his gimer stick.

Obi-Wan flinched and rubbed his sore leg. "Yes, about that. I'm truly sorry for Knight Olgan's troubles. And I do feel terribly about the asthma attack. Truly. As for the malfunctioning droids, I can try to reprogram them again. I'm still working out some kinks, but I'm learning. A Jedi never stops pursuing knowledge, right Master Yoda?" he replied.

"Try to reprogram the med droids again, you will not! Think you have caused Healer Che enough trouble, don't you?" Master Yoda admonished.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to argue but was silenced by the threatening stick in his face. He sat back against the wall with a huff and a scowl.

"Yes, Master," he conceded. "I will not alter the droids anymore." His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms in annoyance. The petulant frown was the closest the ginger haired young Council member could get to a full-on pout.

Bant chuckled at her friend's childish scowl, the same face he'd made as a youngling when he knew he'd been beat.

"Good. Now, have an explanation for the tea bags all over my floor, do you?" Yoda asked expectantly.

"I was only trying to help," Obi-Wan grumbled.

"Helping? Explain further you must!" Yoda demanded

Mace Windu sighed and rubbed his forehead as Obi-Wan looked innocently up at his great-grandmaster and flashed his blue akk-pup eyes at him. What he wouldn't give for a rogue med droid to poke him with a sedative to get out of this situation. And they hadn't even fully discussed the tea yet. Force help him.

"So, the carrot sticks?" Master Alann asked.

"I was only twying to help," Iyla grumbled.

"Do I even want to know how giving carrot sticks to bugs is helping?"

"Prolly not, Master," Shona answered.

Master Alann silenced her with a look.

"Takin' the cawwots was Iyla's idea," Nari said.

Iyla looked betrayed and gave the Rodian an offended glare.

"Was it also Iyla's idea to keep bugs in your cubby, Nari?" Master Alann asked.

Nari shrunk down in her seat. "No, Masser," she replied.

Master Alann raised an eyebrow at her that conveyed that they'd get to her later.

"I taked the cawwots acause I was helping the kids get big and stwong," Iyla explained.

"No one likes the carrots, Master," Flynn said, defending his friend. "They're askusting!"

"So taking the carrot sticks was another way to help your fellow crèchemates then? Is that what you mean to tell me?"

"Yes, Masser. The uver kids not like the cawwots so they not eat their snack. And if they not eat their snack, then they not grow big and stwong. Papa says I gots to eat my food so I can be big and stwong. So that means the cawwots had to go. Acause no one eated them and no one wants them," Iyla reasoned.

"What if there are some children who like the carrot sticks?" Master Alann asked.

All four children started laughing at that but immediately stopped when they saw Master Alann's face.

"But Masser, no kids like them. They all whined when it was time for snack. Acause they gwoss!" Iyla replied.

"Iyla, does your father make you eat vegetables?" Master Alann asked trying a new tactic since the previous one wasn't getting anywhere.

"Yes. He says they healfy and good for me," she said with a disgusted look on her face.

"And do you like how they taste?"

"No!"

"Well then why do you eat them?"

"Acause Papa says I gots to so I can be healfy and grow big and…oh. But…that's diffent. That's not about the uver kids. I was just trying to help the uver kids too. Like a Jedi 'sposed to do."

"A Jedi's job is to help people, but helping does not mean stealing food just because you do not like it. Jedi are also supposed to not be selfish and that might mean dealing with things we don't like. Including carrot sticks."

Iyla didn't have a response to that, just a skeptical look. She found it hard to believe that eating carrot sticks was essential to a Jedi's life, but she wasn't about to tell Master Alann that. She was already in trouble.

"Now, about the bugs. How did they get in your block tower and why were the carrot sticks in there too?" Master Alann asked, folding his hands on his desk.

"Shona putted them there. She said they were sad and lonely in Nari's cubby and they needed food," Flynn said.

"They were starving, Master! Since Moreck telled on Nari and the leaves got tooked away, they had nofing to eat! We had to save them!" Shona exclaimed.

"Papa says not to waste food so we finded someone to give the icky cawwots to. The bugs!" Iyla said.

"Wasting food is wrong, but so is bringing bugs into the crèche and keeping them in a cubby then building them a block tower," Master Alann said trying desperately to hide the hint of amusement in his voice.

"It was kinda more like a block palace, Masser. Like the one on Manlowe where Mama and Kowkie lived," Iyla explained matter-of-factly.

Master Alann rubbed his temples and suppressed a smile. Leave it to a Kenobi to try to make even their misdeeds extravagant and extra. Because a block tower was nothing compared to a block palace when it came to housing forbidden bugs.

"Alright, I think we've talked enough about this. Nari, you and I will have a separate conversation about the bugs. Then all of you will be throwing away the dirty carrots, putting the bugs back in the crèche garden, and helping Master Terrol clean the craft room. Understood?"

"Yes, Master," they replied.

"And Iyla will be replacing the carrots with another vegetable for you four to eat at snack time tomorrow and the day after."

The children looked horrorstruck. Flynn and Shona hunched their shoulders in defeat while Nari's mouth hung open in disbelief. Iyla went for flashing the big blue akk-pup eyes at him. Bold choice. But not good enough.

"But Masser!" she began to argue, a whine clearly heard in her voice. "That's no fair!"

"I can make sure that vegetables are served to you for snack every day for the next month," he replied.

"Uh, no fanks. That's ok." Iyla answered with a nervous grin.

All four children exchanged worried looks, then apologized and bowed politely before running from the room. When he felt their Force presences far enough away, Crèche Master Ali Alann buried his head in his hands and laughed until he cried.

"So, the tea bags?" Master Windu asked.

"As I said, I was only trying to help," Obi-Wan grumbled.

"Do I even want to know how filling Master Yoda's cabinets with tea bags is helping?"

"Probably not," Bant muttered.

Mace silenced her with a look.

"Tea from the kitchens, this is?" Yoda asked.

Obi-Wan looked innocently up at his great-grandmaster. "Yes, Master. The one served at breakfast."

"Why put it in my cabinets, did you?" Master Yoda asked.

Obi-Wan shrunk down in his cushion a bit. "I was doing you a favor," he replied.

Master Yoda narrowed his eyes at him. "Explain yourself, you will."

"I took the tea because I was helping my fellow Jedi be able to perform their duties to the best of their abilities," Obi-Wan explained.

"Just get to the point, Kenobi. Stop evading the question," Healer Che said.

"No one likes that tea, Master Yoda," Obi-Wan said, defending himself. "It's quite frankly, disgusting!"

"So taking the tea was just another way to help your fellow Jedi then? Is that what you mean to tell us?" Windu asked.

"Yes, Mace. No one else in this temple likes the tea served at breakfast, so they don't drink it. And if they don't drink their tea, then there will be a lot of groggy and de-caffeinated Masters and Knights running around not able to do their jobs effectively. Safety first is something I always tell Iyla, so I couldn't very well ignore a blatant safety hazard such as this. Therefore the tea had to go. For the safety of all Jedi," Obi-Wan reasoned.

"How know, do you, that enjoy this tea no one does?" Yoda asked.

The four other Masters in the room shared awkward glances and let out fake coughs but immediately stopped when they saw Master Yoda's face.

"Master Yoda, haven't you noticed that no one else gets tea in the morning? They all avoid it like the plague. Probably because it's muddy, gritty, and flavorless," Obi-Wan replied.

"The tea really isn't that great," Bant said, coming to her friend's defense.

"Liked every tea that Qui-Gon served, did you, young Obi-Wan?" Yoda asked with a sly smile, trying a new tactic since the previous one wasn't getting anywhere.

"No," he said with a disgusted look on his face

"But drink them you did."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because Master Qui-Gon said I had to since that's what was being served and…wait…no… but…that's different," Obi-Wan insisted. "That has nothing to do with the other Jedi. I was just trying to help my fellow Masters and Knights. Jedi are supposed to be helpful after all, we learn that early on in the crèche."

"To be helpful, a Jedi's job is. But involve stealing tea you do not like, helping does not. Also expected to be selfless, Jedi are. Involve dealing with things we do not like, this may. Including muddy tea," Master Yoda gave him a stern look.

Obi-Wan didn't have a response to that, just a skeptical look. He found it hard to believe that learning to drink muddy tea was essential to a Jedi's life, but he wasn't about to tell his great-grandmaster that. He was already in trouble.

"Now, about the millions of tea bags in Master Yoda's cabinets. Why were you stuffing them in there?" Mace asked, folding his arms and leveling him with a raised eyebrow.

"I put the tea bags in the cabinets. But I seem to have underestimated the sheer number of bags the kitchen had," Obi-Wan said.

"But why, Obi-Wan?" Vokara asked. "Why give the tea to Master Yoda?"

"Because he's the only one that drinks it," Bant said, now starting to see the reasoning behind Obi-Wan's actions. "Master Yoda, you're the only one who likes the breakfast tea. Naturally, Obi-Wan would give the bags to you."

Mace and Vokara closed their eyes in exasperation. Kenobi had pulled Eerin to his side. Not hard to do, really, and pretty predictable, but still a nuisance all the same.

"Bant! You're not supposed to take his side," Vokara said.

"Sorry, Vokara. But it does make sense. Plus, this has nothing to do with the med droids, so technically, I'm a neutral party."

"Masters, I always tell Iyla not to waste food, and I had to stand by my word so I found someone else to give the tea bags to. My great-grandmaster. A token of my respect and a gift of good will," Obi-Wan said.

"Respect me, you do not. Trying to butter me up, you are," Yoda scowled waving his stick near his great-grand padawan's vulnerable knees.

Obi-Wan turned hurt and shocked akk-pup eyes on the little green master. "Master, how could you-"

"Enough! Wrong wasting food is. But wrong to rearrange my cabinets, it also is. Terrible packer, you are, young Obi-Wan. Stuffed everywhere the tea bags are," Yoda huffed.

"I personally feel that I worked well with what I was given, Master. Compared to what they were before, my handiwork on your cabinets is quite an improvement," Obi-Wan replied.

Master Windu rubbed his temples and suppressed a sigh. Leave it to Kenobi to try to justify breaking into another Master's rooms and stuffing their kitchen with stolen tea bags then call it an improvement. As if he did Yoda a favor.

"Alright, I think we've talked enough about this. Vokara, we will send Skywalker…or, actually, we'll find someone else, to come fix the med droids. Keep the rogue ones locked away for now. Master Eerin, don't encourage your ridiculous friend anymore and go back to your duties. Obi-Wan, you will be apologizing to Knight Olgan for the asthma attack you triggered, and you'll be cleaning up the spilled tea on Master Yoda's floor. Understood?" Mace asked.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied. Healer Che and Bant nodded and bowed, Bant looking a bit embarrassed.

"Drinking tea in my quarters every night this week, Obi-Wan will be. Serve the breakfast blend, I will," Yoda spoke up, eyes sparkling in sadistic glee.

Obi-Wan looked horrorstruck. He hunched his shoulders in defeat and gave a sorrowful sigh. He tried to go for flashing the sad innocent blue eyes at his great-grandmaster. Bold choice. But not good enough.

"But Master!" he began to argue, voice bordering on a whine. "I hardly think that's fair."

"Make sure I can, that for the next month, served no tea at breakfast you will be," Yoda replied.

"Uh, no thanks. That's ok." Obi-Wan answered with a nervous chuckle.

Mace couldn't help the amused snort that came out at seeing Kenobi reduced to a pouting youngling by his great-grandmaster. The petulant scowl and slumped form on the pillow in front of him, looking exactly like his padawan self after a scolding from Qui-Gon, made Windu feel like he could laugh until he cried.

"Well, since we seem to have resolved everything, I'll just be taking my leave, then," Obi-Wan said standing up from the cushion.

"Leaving, you are not."

"Master, I need to pick up Iyla from the crèche. She'll be waiting for me."

"Call Master Alann we will. Tell him to bring Iyla here, I will."

"But-"

"Take a seat, Kenobi," Mace scolded.

Obi-Wan looked at him open-mouthed and perplexed for a second, but sank back down to the floor under his intense stare.

Bant, who still hadn't left for some reason, stifled a giggle and Obi-Wan glared at her. Even Healer Che, who also hadn't left yet, (who the Force was watching the Healing Halls then?) couldn't hide her teasing smile.

No sooner than Obi-Wan could start cursing the two meddling women, Master Alann came through the door to Master Yoda's quarters, trailed by a paint covered and guilty looking Iyla. Obi-Wan had a bad feeling about this.

Master Alann looked around the room questioningly, taking in the stern looking Master Yoda, the amused healers, and the 1000% done Mace Windu, all staring at one Obi-Wan Kenobi who was sitting on a cushion against the wall, in as close to a time-out position as a grown man could get. Alann brought a hand to his face and sighed.

"What did he do this time?"

"Oh, do you mean when he reprogrammed all of my droids into submission? Or when he did it wrong and caused them to chase everyone around with sharp objects-"

"It wasn't all of them, Vokara!"

Vokara continued as if she was never interrupted. "Or when he triggered an asthma attack in poor Knight Olgan who was trying to get his breathing treatment when the droid started to spark and smoke?"

Master Alann shook his head but didn't look surprised.

"Or when he stole the breakfast tea from the kitchens then put all of the extra bags in Master Yoda's cabinets in a, quite frankly, terribly cramped arrangement?" Mace added.

"Well, that's a bit rude, Mace."

"The breakfast tea is gone?" Master Alann asked with barely suppressed glee.

"Here to discuss the tea, you are not!" Master Yoda said with a tap of his gimer stick on the ground. "Meant to deliver the child, you are."

"Yes, well, about that," Alann began. "It seems as if young Iyla has been following in her father's footsteps today."

"Why…?" Mace asked hesitantly.

"Young Miss Kenobi here seemed to think it was a good idea to paint the meditation cushions because they were ugly and boring, confiscate all the carrot sticks from the snack rooms because they are gross, then feed them to a collection of bugs that she and her friends had been housing in the crèche cubbies."

Obi-Wan bit his lip to keep from smiling and Bant desperately wanted to laugh as well.

"Hmm, so tampering with temple property and stealing food apparently runs in the family," Healer Che replied.

"I was only trying to help!" Both Obi-Wan and Iyla whined.

Everyone in the room froze and stared at them with wide eyes.

"Oh, Force, there's two of them now," Mace said, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes.

Bant, Vokara, and Ali looked at each other warily. One Kenobi was trouble enough.

"Sit by your father you will, little one," Yoda instructed. Iyla nodded and took a seat on a cushion next to Obi-Wan. They looked like quite the pair with their guilty yet imploring blue akk-pup eyes and filthy tunics. Obi-Wan's singed and covered in a light layer of dusty tea particles and Iyla's stained with all different colors of paint.

"The consequence for young Iyla, Master Alann?" Yoda asked.

"Vegetables at every snack time for the next two days," he replied.

Yoda nodded his head in approval and turned to face the two pouting Kenobis. "Eaten dinner you have not, correct?"

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied.

"Then eat with me you will. Drink breakfast tea you will, Obi-Wan. And have carrot sticks for dessert you shall, little Iyla."

"But I don't wanna!" "I'd really rather not." They said at the same time.

Master Alann couldn't hold back his laugh and soon Healer Che joined in.

"Like father," Vokara said.

"Like daughter," Ali replied.

"And Force help us all," Mace finished turning pleading eyes to the ceiling.

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