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Part II: Dealing with the Consequences
The evening meal passed without incident. Qui-Gon took note to the fact that Obi-wan helped himself to three servings. While they were clearing the table Obi-wan received two calls, both from friends who wanted to know if he could go out for the evening. There was no need to ask Qui- Gon he already knew the answer. Both friends seemed to understand and gave Obi-wan their condolences.
Obi-wan only had one problem, Reeft's birthday was next week. He just couldn't miss out on the party of one of his closest friends. Perhaps Qui-Gon would understand, he had to have been young once. For now Obi-wan resolved to stay on his best behavior, and to follow the guidelines of his punishment to a T.
By the end of the week Qui-Gon knew his apprentice was up to something. No teenager behaved this well unless they wanted something. Qui-Gon was determined to discover what that something was.
It had been a long weekend and all Obi-wan wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed. Unfortunately, Qui-Gon had another idea. "Have a seat Padawan you and I need to have a talk", the older man said pointing to a chair when they returned from the gym.
Reluctantly Obi-wan took a seat. He couldn't remember doing anything wrong; in fact he'd been working very had at remaining on his masters good side.
"You did well today Padawan, is there anything you wish to discuss with me?"
"Well master, since you brought it up, there is something that I've been wanting to ask you." Obi-wan braced himself. "Reeft will be fifteen this week, his master is throwing a party for him, and it would only be proper for me to be there."
"And it would also be proper for you to attend a party while under confinement?"
"I didn't say that. What I meant was that maybe if you let me go we could extend my confinement for a day to make up for it." Obi-wan had thought long and hard to come up with this compromise he could only hope that his master would go for it.
Qui-Gon didn't even seem to consider his request. "I am afraid that is not possible-"
"But master I have done everything you asked all week long and I'm willing to make up for the time I'm out, there's no reason for you to keep me here!"
"You will not interrupt me when I am speaking to you," Qui-Gon's voice was stern but calm. "If you want privileges you'll have to earn them. By staying out past curfew you earned yourself two weeks of confinement, no less, and allowing you to decide which days to serve that time will teach you nothing."
Obi-wan wanted to argue the point further, but he knew there was no use. Once Qui-Gon had made up his mind about something there was nothing he could do about it.
After a long silence Qui-Gon sent Obi-wan to bed and fixed himself a small snack. He knew the boy would think he was being too had on him, yet he also knew that this was the second time in a month Obi-wan had come home after curfew.
Part II: Dealing with the Consequences
The evening meal passed without incident. Qui-Gon took note to the fact that Obi-wan helped himself to three servings. While they were clearing the table Obi-wan received two calls, both from friends who wanted to know if he could go out for the evening. There was no need to ask Qui- Gon he already knew the answer. Both friends seemed to understand and gave Obi-wan their condolences.
Obi-wan only had one problem, Reeft's birthday was next week. He just couldn't miss out on the party of one of his closest friends. Perhaps Qui-Gon would understand, he had to have been young once. For now Obi-wan resolved to stay on his best behavior, and to follow the guidelines of his punishment to a T.
By the end of the week Qui-Gon knew his apprentice was up to something. No teenager behaved this well unless they wanted something. Qui-Gon was determined to discover what that something was.
It had been a long weekend and all Obi-wan wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed. Unfortunately, Qui-Gon had another idea. "Have a seat Padawan you and I need to have a talk", the older man said pointing to a chair when they returned from the gym.
Reluctantly Obi-wan took a seat. He couldn't remember doing anything wrong; in fact he'd been working very had at remaining on his masters good side.
"You did well today Padawan, is there anything you wish to discuss with me?"
"Well master, since you brought it up, there is something that I've been wanting to ask you." Obi-wan braced himself. "Reeft will be fifteen this week, his master is throwing a party for him, and it would only be proper for me to be there."
"And it would also be proper for you to attend a party while under confinement?"
"I didn't say that. What I meant was that maybe if you let me go we could extend my confinement for a day to make up for it." Obi-wan had thought long and hard to come up with this compromise he could only hope that his master would go for it.
Qui-Gon didn't even seem to consider his request. "I am afraid that is not possible-"
"But master I have done everything you asked all week long and I'm willing to make up for the time I'm out, there's no reason for you to keep me here!"
"You will not interrupt me when I am speaking to you," Qui-Gon's voice was stern but calm. "If you want privileges you'll have to earn them. By staying out past curfew you earned yourself two weeks of confinement, no less, and allowing you to decide which days to serve that time will teach you nothing."
Obi-wan wanted to argue the point further, but he knew there was no use. Once Qui-Gon had made up his mind about something there was nothing he could do about it.
After a long silence Qui-Gon sent Obi-wan to bed and fixed himself a small snack. He knew the boy would think he was being too had on him, yet he also knew that this was the second time in a month Obi-wan had come home after curfew.
