"You're going to make yourself sick if you keep eating that," Anakin said, plucking the bowl of frosting out of Ahsoka's hands.

"Like you wouldn't," Ahsoka replied loftily, but she didn't take it back, which Anakin took as a good sign. He set the bowl back down on the counter and tossed Ahsoka a towel. "If you're not gonna do anything else, then at least help me with the dishes."

"There's no dishes," Ahsoka said, though she slid off her stool. "There's only bowls."

"Very funny," Anakin said, pointedly setting a still greasy bowl in Ahsoka's hands. "Wash."

Ahsoka sighed, but again, she didn't complain as she walked over to the sink. There was the splash of water, some hard pumps of dish soap. Anakin busied himself by sorting out the other unwashed bowls, wiping down the brown sugar and cinnamon sprinkled counter. He had just taken thrown out a paper towel of the stuff when Obi-Wan walked into the kitchen.

"There he is," Anakin said cheerfully. "Feeling any better?"

Obi-Wan sneezed.

"I'll take that as a no," Anakin said, passing his former master a tissue.

Obi-Wan took it with a grimace. "I'll be fine," he said, though the slight rasp in his voice said otherwise. "Just a cold." He sneezed again, one that made both Anakin and Ahsoka wince.

"Sit down," Anakin said, pulling out the stool.

"No need," Obi-Wan replied, already moving past Anakin. "I just meant to get some water."

"Well, have you considered—" Anakin was interrupted by the beeping of his alarm. He grinned, looked at Ahsoka. "Well, right on time."

"Anakin…"

"Nope, sit down," Anakin said, grabbing the kitchen towels. He tugged open the oven door, tugged out the pan. "Snips—frosting—"

"You got it," Ahsoka said, handing Anakin the bowl.

Anakin carefully dripped the frosting over the cinnamon rolls and turned around to Obi-Wan. "You should probably eat something."

Obi-Wan started to shake his head, but Anakin added, "Comfort food. I think you need it most. And besides, Ahsoka and I have been working on these all day."

"I don't doubt it, but Anakin—"

"No buts," Anakin said cheerfully. He grabbed a plate, slipped out a cinnamon roll. He turned around to Obi-Wan and smiled. "They'll probably taste better when you're not sick, but…"

Obi-Wan huffed out a breath, but Anakin was relieved when his former master took the plate. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Anakin replied. He passed a plate to Ahsoka. "Just don't sneeze over my cinnamon rolls."

"Yes, Anakin."

A/N: also, happy hanukkah to all my jewish friends!

and also, on a completely unrelated note, taylor swift just announced that she's dropping a new album tonight, and i'm still recovering from folklore, so if you see me screaming on my tumblr, you absolutely did-i know this is not related to the fic at all, but i'm genuinely stunned and need to shout about it again okay that is all

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