Sigh…"Overview… all that for an overview…humph" Reaching the door to my room and stepping inside, I soon notice my handy red ball isn't at its usual spot, on the floor. A quick search of the small apartment turns up no results. I flop down on my bed and run through the quick meeting with the council. Quick indeed… all they wanted was an overview of my last mission, didn't even give me a new one. Humph. "I need chocolate." The decision firmly planted in my brain, I determinedly set out to the cafeteria.

Walking through the hall I recall the name the Masters had mentioned in their conversation they were having right before I entered the chamber. "Hmm…Robin Jayhawk… Most likely some padawan who lost her master." Now that I am lost in thought, and wondering where my red ball could have run off to, I almost don't notice the rush of feet running up behind me. "Aunt Jaz!" Turning, I eye my much younger nephew, and try to act the responsible Master, tiring of the talks with the council on being a better role model. Coming back to the present, I reply "Hello Nejaa, how is your training going?" He screwed up his face "Must we talk about that? I haven't seen you in so long!"
"I've been on a mission, you know that."
"Yea, yea. When can I go on a mission?"
Smirking I tell him as I look down the hall to a rather annoyed Master, walking over to us "When you stop running away from your master, I would think." I bop him on his nose and add, "Living up to my reputation, eh? Go on, you better apologize, I'll catch up to you later." Smiling, Nejaa trots over to a now scolding Master. I suddenly remember that I'm still in my robes. Taking a shortcut back to my room, I quickly change into a nice white shirt, and casual tan pants. About to leave, I catch my reflection in the mirror and quickly re-do my blond-brown streaked hair back into its lose ponytail. A few minutes later, on my continuing ever-growing quest for chocolate, I see the door to the cafeteria appearing around the corner. I pop inside and grab a mug of hot cocoa and plop down at an almost empty table. There is another Master on the other end of the table, looking quite smug with herself.