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A title that isn't actually a title!

(Summary: Sabine tries to explain her artwork to the crew, but they just don't seem to get it!)

"This one's the explosive paint?" Ezra asked hopefully, pointing to the spray can in front of him. Sabine just sighed. Ezra took that to mean that it wasn'tthe explosives.He frowned. He still couldn't get it right! How long had they been at this now? An hour? Two? Maybe even the whole day! It felt like he'd been sat there at that little table staring at cans of paint forever! And while he liked spending time with Sabine, he was seriously beginning to regret asking her to teach him about all of her paint supplies. Who knew there was so many different types of paints? And canvases! And paint brushes!

His head was beginning to hurt from all this art knowledge. No matter how long he sat there, he knew he just wasn't going to ever get it.

"Let's try something different," Sabine said, taking the different cans of spray paint off the table and putting a number of different brushes in their place.

She too was starting to regret agreeing to give Ezra an art lesson. Don't get it wrong, though. It wasn't that she didn't like Ezra - of course she did, he was like a little brother to her - it was just that she didn't like giving him art lessons. He just didn't grasp it the way she did. He had lots of incredible skills, all of them useful to group of rebels and for surviving. But painting wasn't one of those skills.

"Which brush out of all these I've got here, Ezra, would I need to use for filling in intricate details on a picture?" she asked they boy before her, hoping against hope that he could get this one question right. She didn't just want to walk away and say that they were done with the lesson for the day; that would seem like she wasn't interested in helping him learn and that she didn't like him! Sabine didn't want Ezra to get that impression. As stated earlier, she saw him as a younger brother. They were all a big family and she hated to think of ever hurting any one of them!

But she was tired!

If Ezra got this question right, she could congratulate him and then walk off to her room and stay there for the rest of the day.

The blue-haired Jedi-in-training seemed to be really concentrating hard. Focussing on what he'd already been told. Trying to get the answer right. He just needed to get one - just one - question right so Sabine wouldn't think he was totally stupid and useless and then he could finally get up and leave. If he left now, it would make it seem like he'd gone off in a strop because he was annoyed at not getting one right. It would seem like he was an incompetent fool and Sabine would never look at him with respect! He'd embarrass himself and become the laughing stock of the crew! No! That couldn't happen. Wouldn't happen!

"This one?" he said eventually, knowing he probably wasn't right, all hope now gone from his voice.

Mercifully, Sabine didn't have to answer. Zeb walked into the common room just then, looking on in curiosity at the set up on the Dejarik table. He sat down beside Ezra.

"What's all this, then?" the Lasat asked, intrigue lacing his gruff voice. And was there a hint of amusement in there, too?

"I'm teaching Ezra about art," Sabine replied before Ezra could get in a "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, ZEB!" One look at the purple face next to him and Ezra just knew that Zeb was never going to let him live this down. He was right.

Zeb burst out laughing. "Ezra wanted to learn about art?!" he asked incredulously.

"It's actually a lot harder than it looks!" the boy snapped back. "I bet you couldn't do it!"

Zeb growled at that, not liking to be undermined by an annoying fifteen-year-old boy.

"Bet I could!"

"Bet you couldn't!"

"I've been here a lot longer than you, so I'm a lot more familiar with Sabine's ways than you!"

"What's going on now?" Kanan's exasperated voice rang out through the room and all heads snapped towards him. Hera and Chopper entered in behind the man.

Sabine sighed before repeating to the three newcomers what she had said to Zeb. Hera saw a perfect opportunity. Ever since a mission went wrong a week ago, things had been a little strained between some of the crew and it was starting to cause problems. It needed to be solved and Hera saw the perfect way to do just that. It was time for a little team bonding.

"Can we join in, too?" the Twi'lek asked, making sure to put as much enthusiasm into her voice as possible. This was going to be fun. More importantly, it would be good for team morale. Also, she knew Sabine loved to paint and teach those skills for others - it would help the girl immensely in self confidence. It would get the others to start opening up a bit more, too.

"You want to learn to paint?" Sabine asked, not sure if she had heard right.

"Yes!" Hera answered decidedly and definitively.

"We do?" Kanan stared at the woman in confusion; he didn't remember saying anything like that. Chopper didn't either. He bleeped out a message through his droid circuits: 'I don't want to paint! That's Sabine's job!'

Hera sighed. Sometimes it was like pulling teeth. Without any medical equipment. Or training. Or anaesthetic.

She gave Spectre One and Three a look that said they'd better do what she said or else. They shut up their grumbling pretty quickly, both knowing what that glare meant.

The lesson just became chaotic all so quickly. It just really wasn't working out. For any of them!

Hera was covered from head to toe in all the colours of the rainbow, desperately trying to clean it off. Ezra was screaming at Chopper and trying to dismantle him while the droid in question continuously zapped the boy and ran over his toes. Zeb was yelling something incoherent (but which sounded very rude) and pacing back and forth across the room nursing his injured left arm from where the paint bomb had hit him. He too was covered all down his left side in a deep blue. Kanan was hitting his head against a wall in an attempt to get rid of the migraine that was consuming him. Sabine just sat in the corner, gently rocking herself back and forth and staring off at nothing. She was never going to try teach anyone ever again! Not even her rebel family! Today had just been a disaster! But she still loved them all no matter how bad they were at art!