Title: SANDYLYRIA
Summary: Obi-Wan tries to calm his frightened apprentice with a story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, George Lucas does. I DO, however, own this story, though I make no money off it.
A/N: Hello. It's me again. You're local insane author. Today, my author's note is warning you of the strange form of this intallment of the Master and the Apprentice. It starts out in regular paragraph form, then moves into past tense script form, then ends off in quotation marks. Don't ask me why, I just like it like that. This one's not that funny, in my opinion, but it is odd!
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It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and rain came down in buckets. Obi-Wan Kenobi tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep, although it was well past midnight. The reason for his insomnia was not the storm raging outside, but rather the muffled shrieks and sobs coming from the room across the hall. A flash of lightning and a thunderclap, and the moaning started anew.
Sighing, he rolled out of bed, enveloped himself in his fuzzy, plaid bathrobe, pushed his feet into his snuggly bunny slippers, and felt his way into the hall, and across it, to his Padawan's room.
"Anakin?" He said, rapping on the door. "May I come in?"
The answer he received was small scream as another lightning bolt shattered the night sky. Ignoring the threatening messages on the door; he let himself into the room, and waded through the sea of clothes, holos, and droid parts to his apprentice's bed. He stifled a laugh as he looked at the quivering lump of twisted sheets.
"Anakin?"
"Master?" The boy slowly sat up, still wrapped in his blanket, his fearful, tear-stained face wiping any traces of a smile from Obi-Wan's.
"What's wrong?"
"The storm, Master." Anakin sniffed. "I've never seen one like this before."
"No, I don't suppose Tatooine sand storms are anything like Coruscant thunderstorms."
Anakin shook his head, then dove back under the covers as another thunderclap burst through the steady beating of the rain outside.
"Well, I'm sorry to say that your fear is keeping me awake."
"I'm sorry, Master," came the reply.
"A Jedi should have no fear of storms when they are safe in bed."
"I know, Master."
"Is there anything that would calm you down? Anything I can do?"
His apprentice emerged again and looked at him. "Well, warm milk might do the trick, but I'm too scared to get out of bed, and you..." He trailed off, leaving Obi-Wan's lack of cooking skills unsaid.
"How about a story?" Obi-Wan suggested.
Anakin stared. "You know any good ones?"
"Well, I remember a few that Qui-Gon used to tell me. One, in particular, stands out..."
"Does it have anything to do with loud noises, bright lights and water falling from the sky?"
Obi-Wan chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed. "No, it doesn't"
"Well, then," Anakin said, sitting up straighter. "Go ahead."
Obi-Wan cleared his throat, and began to tell his tale...
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Obi-Wan: Long ago, on a planet far, far away, --
Anakin: How far?
Obi-Wan: What?
Anakin: How far away?
Obi-Wan: I don't know. About 80 parsecs
Anakin: And how long ago?
Obi-Wan: Why does all this matter?
Anakin: It helps me visualize. Be specific, so I can SEE it, with my imagination. Now, how long?
Obi-Wan: Before the Republic.
Anakin: Whoa.
Obi-Wan: May I go on?
Anakin: Please do.
Obi-Wan: Okay. Long ago, on a planet far, far away, there lived a pretty, young girl--
Anakin: Pretty young as in she was fairly young, or pretty, young, as in she was pretty and young?
Obi-Wan: Pretty and young.
Anakin: What did she look like?
Obi-Wan: Well... why don't you picture her as... Padawan Aayla?
Anakin: Padawan Aayla's a Twi'lek.
Obi-Wan: I'm aware of that.
Anakin: Was the girl in the story a Twi'lek?
Obi-Wan: Yes.
Anakin: Really?
Obi-Wan: I don't know.
Anakin: Okay. What was her name?
Obi-Wan: I was getting to that.
Anakin: Well, continue, man!
*Obi-Wan closed his eyes briefly and wondered why he actually VOLONTEERED to submit himself to the wrath of his apprentice's endless curiosity*
Obi-Wan: Her name was Lyria.
Anakin: Nice name.
Obi-Wan: Yeah, whatever. As I was saying, her name was Lyria, and she lived on a moisture farm with her Father, Stepmother, and two stepsisters.
Anakin: There are moisture farms on Tatooine, Master.
Obi-Wan: I'm aware of that, Anakin.
Anakin: D'you think the story takes place on Tatooine?
Obi-Wan: No, I don't. I'm warning you, Anakin. I might not continue if you keep interrupting me.
*A flash of lightning illuminated the room, and Anakin quivered*
Anakin: Keep going, Master. I'll try to keep my mouth shut.
Obi-Wan: Do, or do not. There is no try.
Anakin: Um...
Obi-Wan: Anyway...
Anakin: Wait!
Obi-Wan: What now?
Anakin: How should I picture the dad, mom and sisters?
Obi-Wan: What does it matter?
Anakin: Can Yoda be the dad?
Obi-Wan: Sure.
Anakin: And Master Gallia can be the stepmother, and Barriss and Padmé can be the stepsisters.
Obi-Wan: Okay. So, can I go on?
Anakin: Please.
Obi-Wan: Alright. So, she lived on the moisture farm with her family, and she was very happy, until her father was killed by--
Anakin: Master Poof?
Obi-Wan: Anakin.
Anakin: Sorry.
Obi-Wan: Her father was killed my a herd of rampaging banthas.
Anakin: Ouch.
*Obi-Wan gave Anakin a very hard stare. Anakin trembled*
Anakin: Sorry.
Obi-Wan: After her father was killed, Lyria's stepfamily was no longer kind to her. They made her do all the work on the moisture farm, while they lounged around in the shade, getting fat and lazy and calling Lyria "Sandylyria", because she was always out in the sand.
Anakin: Awww...
Obi-Wan: Anakin, if you do not shut your mouth THIS MINUTE, I will see to it that you become Master Poof's personal slave, and that you are fed only on Glop until you're forty.
*Anakin looked terrified, and mimed zipping his mouth shut*
Obi-Wan: That's better. As I was saying...
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*Lyria lived a hard life, keeping a moisture farm running all by herself. It was a small moisture farm, but is was still hard work. One day, She brought the mail inside and passed it to her stepmother*
Stepmother, AKA Adi Gallia: Look! We've been invited to a festival in the Courtyard of Emperor Tupp!
Stepsister 1, AKA Barriss Offee: Neato! When is it?
Adi Gallia: Tomorrow.
Stepsister 2 AKA Padmé Amidala: We'll need to go to town and buy some spiffy new clothes!
Adi Gallia: Okey dokey! come on, girls!
*Lyria, Barriss and Padmé stood up.*
Adi Gallia: Where do you think you're going, child?
Lyria: T-to get new clothes for the festival...
Adi Gallia: Oh no you don't.
Barriss: Sandylyria's got to stay home and mind the moisture!
Padmé: If we're lucky, maybe she's go the same way as her father.
*All three evil women cackle insanely*
Adi Gallia: Ta ta!
*They left, and Lyria went back to her work*
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Anakin: Wow, those step-peoples are evil!
Obi-Wan: Yes, they are.
Anakin: Padmé's not evil.
Obi-Wan: She's a politician, and they're not to be trusted.
Anakin: Whatever. She's not evil.
Obi-Wan: Well, you're the one who picked her to be the stepsister.
Anakin: Yeah, okay. It's just a story.
Obi-Wan: And one I would like to finish, if you don't mind.
Anakin: Oh, right. Sorry.
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*The next day, Adi, Barriss, and Padmé took a cab to the festival, leaving Lyria behind on the farm. She was very sad, because she had wanted very much to go to the festival. She was so sad that she began to cry. The first tear hit the ground, shone for a moment, then turned into a tall figure with long ears*
Lyria: Who in the galaxy're you?
Tall figure, AKA JarJar Binks: Mesa yousa faywee gungun mudder! Is there anythin mesa can do to help yousa?
Lyria: Not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest, or teleport me off this rock.
JarJar: Um... Mesa no think so. But, Mesa CAN give you new clothes and a twanspowt to da big Tupp's bash!
Lyria: Uh... okay!
*So the fairy gungan mother rolled up her sleeves, took out her magic frog, and shook it three times*
Magic Frog: Ribbity Robbity Roo!
*With these words, Lyria's scratchy, plain brown work clothes were transformed into a light, soft silk garment in beautiful bright colours. A nuna was transformed into an eopie, and a pebble into a hovering car, with a cover*
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Anakin: Master?
Obi-Wan: What is it now?
Anakin: That couldn't possibly have happened. Gungans can't do that. It just can't happen.
Obi-Wan: Regular Gungan's can't, but fairy gungan mothers are different.
Anakin: Oh. Go on.
Obi-Wan: Thank you.
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Lyria: Thank you, fairy gungan mother! Thank you so much! I must go to the festival now.
JarJar: Of coursa! But wemembew! Yousa gotta be back my midday, cuz dat's when the spell weaws off. Yousa family will regogonize yousa, and then yousa in biiiig doodoo.
Lyria: I won't forget. And thank you.
JarJar: Bye-di-bye!
*The fairy gungan mother spread her wings, and flew away. Lyria jumped into the car*
Lyria: Yah!
*And was on her way. when the reached the Palace courtyard, Lyria jumped out of the transport and into the crowd of celebrating people*
Lyria: Yay! I'm finally here! For the first time in years, I can have fun and forget about all my troubles! A-WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
*The sudden freedom and fun went to Lyria's head and she began spinning rapidly, shrieking at the top of her lungs. Two guards arrested her for disrupting the festival and brought her before Emperor Tupp.
Emperor Tupp, AKA Jabba the Hutt: You have been charged with disrupting my royal festival. What do you have to say in your defence?
Lyria: A-WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Tupp: Are you insane?
*Lyria giggled*
Lyria: I don't think so, your majesty.
Tupp: Then why do you act so strangely?
Lyria: This is the first time I've been off my moisture farm in five years, and my dad died, and my step-family is mean to me and calls me "Sandylyria", and I just wanna go home! A-WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Tupp: Simply tap your ruby-red slippers together three times and say "There's no place like home."
Lyria: Uh... okay!
*Lyria tapped her ruby red slippers together three times*
Lyria: There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home.
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Obi-Wan: And in a blinding flash of light--
*another lightning bolt lit up his face*
Obi-Wan: Lyria was gone. Never to be seen again by anyone in this universe.
*Anakin stared at his Master, wide-eyed*
Anakin: What happened to her, Master?
Obi-Wan: Some say she changed her name to Liz and is Queen of some place in some parallel universe, and her picture is on tons of little pieces of metal.
Anakin: Ooo...
Obi-Wan: Others say she went to a place called Kansas and danced with her new friends, a scarecrow, a metal woodcutter, and a lion that was afraid of everything.
Anakin: Ooo...
Obi-Wan: But most people agree that she is that chic who runs the drive-thru at McYaddles.
Anakin: The one who asks what you want to eat, then has someone else give it to you though the window?
Obi-Wan: Yup.
Anakin: Coooool.
Obi-Wan: So, the moral of the story is--
Anakin: WAIT! There's a MORAL?!
Obi-Wan: Of course. I'm your master, Your teacher. If you didn't learn something, my job wouldn't be complete.
Anakin: Okay, fine. What's the moral?
Obi-Wan: The moral is "Never leave your father in front of a herd of rampaging Banthas, and never, EVER, let a child live on a moisture farm without his parents, or he'll become a whiny, arrogant brat". Good night.
*Obi-Wan tucked the confused boy back into his bed, and left*
Anakin: Uh... G'night. I think. Hey, wait a sec!
*Obi-Wan poked his head back in the room*
Obi-Wan: What?
Anakin: You said there were no bright lights in the story! What about--
*Obi-Wan pressed a hand to his Padawan's forehead*
Obi-Wan: Sleep...
Anakin: 'Night, Master...
*Anakin closed his eyes and sank back. He was out cold. Obi-Wan smiled at the peaceful expression on the young face. Sure, the boy drove him nuts sometimes, with his inventions, and his endless curiosity, but he had to admit... he sort of grew on you*
"Goodnight, My young Apprentice. And sleep well."
Summary: Obi-Wan tries to calm his frightened apprentice with a story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, George Lucas does. I DO, however, own this story, though I make no money off it.
A/N: Hello. It's me again. You're local insane author. Today, my author's note is warning you of the strange form of this intallment of the Master and the Apprentice. It starts out in regular paragraph form, then moves into past tense script form, then ends off in quotation marks. Don't ask me why, I just like it like that. This one's not that funny, in my opinion, but it is odd!
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It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and rain came down in buckets. Obi-Wan Kenobi tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep, although it was well past midnight. The reason for his insomnia was not the storm raging outside, but rather the muffled shrieks and sobs coming from the room across the hall. A flash of lightning and a thunderclap, and the moaning started anew.
Sighing, he rolled out of bed, enveloped himself in his fuzzy, plaid bathrobe, pushed his feet into his snuggly bunny slippers, and felt his way into the hall, and across it, to his Padawan's room.
"Anakin?" He said, rapping on the door. "May I come in?"
The answer he received was small scream as another lightning bolt shattered the night sky. Ignoring the threatening messages on the door; he let himself into the room, and waded through the sea of clothes, holos, and droid parts to his apprentice's bed. He stifled a laugh as he looked at the quivering lump of twisted sheets.
"Anakin?"
"Master?" The boy slowly sat up, still wrapped in his blanket, his fearful, tear-stained face wiping any traces of a smile from Obi-Wan's.
"What's wrong?"
"The storm, Master." Anakin sniffed. "I've never seen one like this before."
"No, I don't suppose Tatooine sand storms are anything like Coruscant thunderstorms."
Anakin shook his head, then dove back under the covers as another thunderclap burst through the steady beating of the rain outside.
"Well, I'm sorry to say that your fear is keeping me awake."
"I'm sorry, Master," came the reply.
"A Jedi should have no fear of storms when they are safe in bed."
"I know, Master."
"Is there anything that would calm you down? Anything I can do?"
His apprentice emerged again and looked at him. "Well, warm milk might do the trick, but I'm too scared to get out of bed, and you..." He trailed off, leaving Obi-Wan's lack of cooking skills unsaid.
"How about a story?" Obi-Wan suggested.
Anakin stared. "You know any good ones?"
"Well, I remember a few that Qui-Gon used to tell me. One, in particular, stands out..."
"Does it have anything to do with loud noises, bright lights and water falling from the sky?"
Obi-Wan chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed. "No, it doesn't"
"Well, then," Anakin said, sitting up straighter. "Go ahead."
Obi-Wan cleared his throat, and began to tell his tale...
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Obi-Wan: Long ago, on a planet far, far away, --
Anakin: How far?
Obi-Wan: What?
Anakin: How far away?
Obi-Wan: I don't know. About 80 parsecs
Anakin: And how long ago?
Obi-Wan: Why does all this matter?
Anakin: It helps me visualize. Be specific, so I can SEE it, with my imagination. Now, how long?
Obi-Wan: Before the Republic.
Anakin: Whoa.
Obi-Wan: May I go on?
Anakin: Please do.
Obi-Wan: Okay. Long ago, on a planet far, far away, there lived a pretty, young girl--
Anakin: Pretty young as in she was fairly young, or pretty, young, as in she was pretty and young?
Obi-Wan: Pretty and young.
Anakin: What did she look like?
Obi-Wan: Well... why don't you picture her as... Padawan Aayla?
Anakin: Padawan Aayla's a Twi'lek.
Obi-Wan: I'm aware of that.
Anakin: Was the girl in the story a Twi'lek?
Obi-Wan: Yes.
Anakin: Really?
Obi-Wan: I don't know.
Anakin: Okay. What was her name?
Obi-Wan: I was getting to that.
Anakin: Well, continue, man!
*Obi-Wan closed his eyes briefly and wondered why he actually VOLONTEERED to submit himself to the wrath of his apprentice's endless curiosity*
Obi-Wan: Her name was Lyria.
Anakin: Nice name.
Obi-Wan: Yeah, whatever. As I was saying, her name was Lyria, and she lived on a moisture farm with her Father, Stepmother, and two stepsisters.
Anakin: There are moisture farms on Tatooine, Master.
Obi-Wan: I'm aware of that, Anakin.
Anakin: D'you think the story takes place on Tatooine?
Obi-Wan: No, I don't. I'm warning you, Anakin. I might not continue if you keep interrupting me.
*A flash of lightning illuminated the room, and Anakin quivered*
Anakin: Keep going, Master. I'll try to keep my mouth shut.
Obi-Wan: Do, or do not. There is no try.
Anakin: Um...
Obi-Wan: Anyway...
Anakin: Wait!
Obi-Wan: What now?
Anakin: How should I picture the dad, mom and sisters?
Obi-Wan: What does it matter?
Anakin: Can Yoda be the dad?
Obi-Wan: Sure.
Anakin: And Master Gallia can be the stepmother, and Barriss and Padmé can be the stepsisters.
Obi-Wan: Okay. So, can I go on?
Anakin: Please.
Obi-Wan: Alright. So, she lived on the moisture farm with her family, and she was very happy, until her father was killed by--
Anakin: Master Poof?
Obi-Wan: Anakin.
Anakin: Sorry.
Obi-Wan: Her father was killed my a herd of rampaging banthas.
Anakin: Ouch.
*Obi-Wan gave Anakin a very hard stare. Anakin trembled*
Anakin: Sorry.
Obi-Wan: After her father was killed, Lyria's stepfamily was no longer kind to her. They made her do all the work on the moisture farm, while they lounged around in the shade, getting fat and lazy and calling Lyria "Sandylyria", because she was always out in the sand.
Anakin: Awww...
Obi-Wan: Anakin, if you do not shut your mouth THIS MINUTE, I will see to it that you become Master Poof's personal slave, and that you are fed only on Glop until you're forty.
*Anakin looked terrified, and mimed zipping his mouth shut*
Obi-Wan: That's better. As I was saying...
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*Lyria lived a hard life, keeping a moisture farm running all by herself. It was a small moisture farm, but is was still hard work. One day, She brought the mail inside and passed it to her stepmother*
Stepmother, AKA Adi Gallia: Look! We've been invited to a festival in the Courtyard of Emperor Tupp!
Stepsister 1, AKA Barriss Offee: Neato! When is it?
Adi Gallia: Tomorrow.
Stepsister 2 AKA Padmé Amidala: We'll need to go to town and buy some spiffy new clothes!
Adi Gallia: Okey dokey! come on, girls!
*Lyria, Barriss and Padmé stood up.*
Adi Gallia: Where do you think you're going, child?
Lyria: T-to get new clothes for the festival...
Adi Gallia: Oh no you don't.
Barriss: Sandylyria's got to stay home and mind the moisture!
Padmé: If we're lucky, maybe she's go the same way as her father.
*All three evil women cackle insanely*
Adi Gallia: Ta ta!
*They left, and Lyria went back to her work*
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Anakin: Wow, those step-peoples are evil!
Obi-Wan: Yes, they are.
Anakin: Padmé's not evil.
Obi-Wan: She's a politician, and they're not to be trusted.
Anakin: Whatever. She's not evil.
Obi-Wan: Well, you're the one who picked her to be the stepsister.
Anakin: Yeah, okay. It's just a story.
Obi-Wan: And one I would like to finish, if you don't mind.
Anakin: Oh, right. Sorry.
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*The next day, Adi, Barriss, and Padmé took a cab to the festival, leaving Lyria behind on the farm. She was very sad, because she had wanted very much to go to the festival. She was so sad that she began to cry. The first tear hit the ground, shone for a moment, then turned into a tall figure with long ears*
Lyria: Who in the galaxy're you?
Tall figure, AKA JarJar Binks: Mesa yousa faywee gungun mudder! Is there anythin mesa can do to help yousa?
Lyria: Not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest, or teleport me off this rock.
JarJar: Um... Mesa no think so. But, Mesa CAN give you new clothes and a twanspowt to da big Tupp's bash!
Lyria: Uh... okay!
*So the fairy gungan mother rolled up her sleeves, took out her magic frog, and shook it three times*
Magic Frog: Ribbity Robbity Roo!
*With these words, Lyria's scratchy, plain brown work clothes were transformed into a light, soft silk garment in beautiful bright colours. A nuna was transformed into an eopie, and a pebble into a hovering car, with a cover*
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Anakin: Master?
Obi-Wan: What is it now?
Anakin: That couldn't possibly have happened. Gungans can't do that. It just can't happen.
Obi-Wan: Regular Gungan's can't, but fairy gungan mothers are different.
Anakin: Oh. Go on.
Obi-Wan: Thank you.
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Lyria: Thank you, fairy gungan mother! Thank you so much! I must go to the festival now.
JarJar: Of coursa! But wemembew! Yousa gotta be back my midday, cuz dat's when the spell weaws off. Yousa family will regogonize yousa, and then yousa in biiiig doodoo.
Lyria: I won't forget. And thank you.
JarJar: Bye-di-bye!
*The fairy gungan mother spread her wings, and flew away. Lyria jumped into the car*
Lyria: Yah!
*And was on her way. when the reached the Palace courtyard, Lyria jumped out of the transport and into the crowd of celebrating people*
Lyria: Yay! I'm finally here! For the first time in years, I can have fun and forget about all my troubles! A-WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
*The sudden freedom and fun went to Lyria's head and she began spinning rapidly, shrieking at the top of her lungs. Two guards arrested her for disrupting the festival and brought her before Emperor Tupp.
Emperor Tupp, AKA Jabba the Hutt: You have been charged with disrupting my royal festival. What do you have to say in your defence?
Lyria: A-WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Tupp: Are you insane?
*Lyria giggled*
Lyria: I don't think so, your majesty.
Tupp: Then why do you act so strangely?
Lyria: This is the first time I've been off my moisture farm in five years, and my dad died, and my step-family is mean to me and calls me "Sandylyria", and I just wanna go home! A-WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Tupp: Simply tap your ruby-red slippers together three times and say "There's no place like home."
Lyria: Uh... okay!
*Lyria tapped her ruby red slippers together three times*
Lyria: There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home.
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Obi-Wan: And in a blinding flash of light--
*another lightning bolt lit up his face*
Obi-Wan: Lyria was gone. Never to be seen again by anyone in this universe.
*Anakin stared at his Master, wide-eyed*
Anakin: What happened to her, Master?
Obi-Wan: Some say she changed her name to Liz and is Queen of some place in some parallel universe, and her picture is on tons of little pieces of metal.
Anakin: Ooo...
Obi-Wan: Others say she went to a place called Kansas and danced with her new friends, a scarecrow, a metal woodcutter, and a lion that was afraid of everything.
Anakin: Ooo...
Obi-Wan: But most people agree that she is that chic who runs the drive-thru at McYaddles.
Anakin: The one who asks what you want to eat, then has someone else give it to you though the window?
Obi-Wan: Yup.
Anakin: Coooool.
Obi-Wan: So, the moral of the story is--
Anakin: WAIT! There's a MORAL?!
Obi-Wan: Of course. I'm your master, Your teacher. If you didn't learn something, my job wouldn't be complete.
Anakin: Okay, fine. What's the moral?
Obi-Wan: The moral is "Never leave your father in front of a herd of rampaging Banthas, and never, EVER, let a child live on a moisture farm without his parents, or he'll become a whiny, arrogant brat". Good night.
*Obi-Wan tucked the confused boy back into his bed, and left*
Anakin: Uh... G'night. I think. Hey, wait a sec!
*Obi-Wan poked his head back in the room*
Obi-Wan: What?
Anakin: You said there were no bright lights in the story! What about--
*Obi-Wan pressed a hand to his Padawan's forehead*
Obi-Wan: Sleep...
Anakin: 'Night, Master...
*Anakin closed his eyes and sank back. He was out cold. Obi-Wan smiled at the peaceful expression on the young face. Sure, the boy drove him nuts sometimes, with his inventions, and his endless curiosity, but he had to admit... he sort of grew on you*
"Goodnight, My young Apprentice. And sleep well."