Is That a Lightsaber in Your Pocket?

Disclaimer:  It belongs to George Lucas, only the wording is mine.

Summary:  A little discussion between Obi-wan and his girlfriend that I think every woman wants to have.  I'm not using her name, but she'll be the original character in my epic story that should be up in the next day or two.

Is That a Lightsaber in Your Pocket?

"Tell me something."

"Anything."

"Are all lightsabers the same?"

"No, each one is unique."

"Really?  In what way?"

"The crystal the beam is focused through is aligned by the individual Jedi when the saber is first constructed."

"Interesting, but not what I was talking about."

She ran one finger down the length of the handle he'd laid on the table. "Are they all the same in…length?"

Obi-wan turned a deep crimson but answered steadily, "No, they are all different, in many ways."

She continued to stroke the saber, now with two fingers, "Really?  So, how does yours compare?"

"Definitely one of the least…elaborate."  He sat back slowly, relaxing in an obvious way, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back, smiling smugly. "But one of the longest."

She raised a skeptical eyebrow, "Oh yeah?  How can you be certain?"

"I could tell you that we Jedi are luminous beings, not this crude matter."  One hand whipped out faster than she could see and pinched her ass.  She yipped and nearly fell off the table she'd been leaning against.  "Or I could tell you the showers off the training rooms are communal."