Title: BREAKFAST
Summary: Obi-Wan forgets to pay the electricity bill, which leads to interesting events.
Disclaimer: Anakin, Obi-Wan, Luminara Unduli, and the entire Star Wars saga do NOT belong to me (they belong to the brilliant George Lucas). However, the characters, places, and objects not recognisable from the saga belong to me, so please do not use them without my permission.
Author's Note: Yes, this is entirely in paragraph form. Though it is not my best nor my funniest work, I hope it will at least partly make up for the utter patheticness that was the last installment.
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It was 10:00 am on a Sunday morning. Obi-Wan Kenobi was hungry. He was hungry because he had not eaten breakfast. And he had not eaten breakfast because his Padawan had not made it yet. In fact, the boy was still in bed.
Obi-Wan stood up from the table, where he had been twiddling his thumbs, and barged into his apprentice's room, led by his frantic stomach.
"Anakin! Anakin, wake up!"
Nothing.
"Anakin, the temple's under attack!"
Zilch.
"Anakin, there's a reek on the loose in the Temple!"
Nada.
"Anakin, Master Poof's here, and he brought Glop!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Obi-Wan's latest attempt to rouse the child succeeded.
"Oh," gasped Anakin, after he was satisfied that there was no trace of Poof or Glop in his bedroom. "Master. I had... the worst dream."
"Really?"
"Yeah. First, I was in this psycho place where all these people with white faces trapped me in a box I couldn't see. And they wouldn't talk to me. The just kept patting the invisible box. Then, I was standing on a mountain, and this giant bantha was telling me that if I didn't get him some food, he'd eat me! But I got the food."
"Aha!" Obi-Wan looked rather pleased with himself.
"What, Master?"
"THAT'S what you were talking about!"
"When?"
"I came in here earlier, while you were still asleep, and you were sleep-talking again."
"Really?" Anakin looked interested. "What was I saying?"
"Well..." Obi-Wan thought for a moment. "It was kinda hard to tell, cuz you were talking all funny. With an accent. And deeper than normal. But I THINK you were saying something like 'look, I have your fodder.'"
"Ahhh. Bantha fodder!"
"Yeah." Obi-Wan scratched his chin. "That, or 'Luke, I am your father.'"
Anakin looked confused. "Why in the world would I say that? Who's Luke? I'm not anyone's father!"
"Glad to hear it," Obi-Wan said, patting his padawan on the head. "Now, whatta ya say you go cook us up some breakfast?"
"Uh, yeah, sure, I'll get changed and make... pancakes?"
"Sure." Obi-Wan got up to leave the room. "Oh, and Anakin?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Would you mind cleaning up your room today?"
Anakin stared at his master.
"Anakin, did you hear me?"
"I heard you."
"So you'll clean up your room today?"
"No."
"What?"
"I said no. I won't clean up my room."
Now it was Obi-Wan's turn to stare at his apprentice.
"Why not?"
"Cuz of the blue goblins."
Obi-Wan bit back a laugh. "Blue goblins?"
"Yes," Anakin said, his face serious, "Blue goblins with retractable wings."
"Retractable wings?"
"Yes, Master," Anakin said, sighing. "Good grief. I feel like I have to repeat everything I say just for you to hear me. Maybe you should get you're ears checked."
"Retractable wings?"
"That's it," Anakin said, standing up. "Get out of my room, I'm gonna get changed. And I'm gonna get you an appointment with Healer Nurrim this afternoon. And did you remember to pay the electricity bill this month?"
"Electricity bill?" Obi-Wan asked, as the lights flickered and died.
"Guess not." Anakin said. "Better do that today, too. Now OUT!"
Anakin shoved his Master out the door, and shut it behind him. Obi-Wan paced impatiently around the apartment until Anakin emerged from his room, his hair sticking up at odd angles, but fully dressed. He wandered into the kitchen and began to mix the pancakes, Obi-Wan hovering over him.
"You know, Master," Anakin said, shooting a glance at the man, "I always thought YOU were the Master, and I was the Padawan."
"That's because it's true, Anakin."
"But if it's true, how come I'M the one who cooks the food and cleans the apartment and does the laundry and pays the bills and remembers to buy groceries?"
"That's just the way things are," Obi-Wan replied with a shrug. "The Master does the teaching and training, and the Padawan does the learning and the housework. I used to be the one doing all the cooking and stuff when I was a Padawan."
Anakin gave his master a funny look. "Guess you and Qui-Gon ate out a lot, huh?"
"Yeah," Obi-Wan admitted, sinking into a chair at the table. "We were regulars at McYaddles."
Anakin nodded, still stirring the batter.
"Um, Anakin?" Obi-Wan said.
"Yes, Master?" Anakin continued to stir.
"Isn't that pancake batter mixed enough?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then why don't you put it in the pan?" Obi-Wan asked, frowning.
"The electricity's out, Master," his Padawan reminded him. "I can't cook it."
"So why'd you make it?"
"Reflex."
"Ah."
"So what do you think I should do, Master?" Anakin said. "My arm is really getting tired."
"Well, It'd probably be a good idea to stop mixing, my young apprentice," Obi-Wan said.
"I told you," Anakin said, glaring at his Master, "Not to call me that."
"Sorry," Obi-Wan apologized. "But I mean it. Stop mixing before your arm falls off."
Anakin obeyed his Master, and for a few minutes, the just sat and stared at the bowl of raw pancake.
"Anakin?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Maybe we should see if the neighbours will let us use their stove."
"What neighbours?" Anakin asked. Obi-Wan stared at him. "You mean... there are people who live NEXT DOOR to us?"
"Yes, Anakin, didn't you know that?"
"I don't have time to observe such things, Master. I'm too busy making sure we're both well fed. Who are they?"
"I..." Obi-Wan sighed. "I don't know. Go find out. I'll be back in an hour."
"Where are you going, Master?"
"Out."
"Out where?"
"For a drink."
"With who?"
"No one!"
"Master Unduli, perhaps?"
Obi-Wan's face went red.
"No - no, I'm just going for a drink," he said, "Alone. With no one else. I'm not meeting Luminara at StarDucks. No, sir. Heh heh heh."
"Suuuuuuuure, Master," Anakin said, picking up the bowl of batter. "But I'd do something about that drinking problem if I were you."
"Drinking problem? I don't have a--"
"Every time there's something you don't want to do, you leave me to do it and go 'have a drink'. I'm telling you Master, you are in serious need of some help. Hearing problems, drinking problems, lying problems..."
"I don't have lying problems," Obi-Wan said, not blinking. "I'm as honest as it's possible to be! Heh heh heh."
"Odd... laughter... "Anakin said, typing something on a datapad.
"What are you doing, Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked, eyeing the datapad warily.
"Taking notes to give to Healer Nurrim. He'll need to know all the stuff that's wrong with you."
"There's nothing wrong with me!"
Anakin flipped open the datapad again. "Denies... having... a... problem..."
"Okay, OUT!" Obi-Wan shoved Anakin toward the door.
"Loud... and... irritable... OW!"
Obi-Wan had shoved Anakin out the door, tossing the bowl of batter behind him, and closing the door. The boy caught the dish of breakfast with the Force, and looked around at the empty corridor.
"Guess I'll have to go visit the neighbours..." he muttered to himself. Slipping the datapad into his pocket, he stood in front of the door next to his own. "Here goes..." He rang the bell.
"DONAIRA!" Yelled a voice from inside. "WOULD YOU GET THAT PLEASE?!"
The door slid open and Anakin looked left, right, and then down. A girl about a year younger than him stood just inside the apartment. She was short. Very short, compared to Anakin, who was already almost as tall as Obi-Wan. Her dirty blond hair was tied back in a neat tail, and her pale green eyes were fixed on Anakin's (although she had to crane her head to do this).
"Who are you?" She asked, sharply.
"I'm Anakin Skywalker," he told her. "My master and I live next door."
"Really? That's nice." She went to close the door, but just then, her Master came into view.
"Who is it, Doni?" the woman asked. Anakin gave a cough to mask the laugh he couldn't repress, and Donaira shot him a look of pure venom.
"He says his name's Anakin Skywalker."
"Hello, Anakin," The woman said, holding out a hand, which Anakin shook.
"I'm Terra Borros, and this is my Padawan, Donaira Tali." Anakin bowed, but Donaira remained stubbornly erect, until her master trod on her foot.
"Aren't you the kid that keeps smoking us out of the floor?" Donaira asked, accusingly.
"Oh." Anakin coughed again. "That would be my master. Every once and awhile he tries to cook and... it's not very pretty."
Terra nodded and glanced into the bowl Anakin was carrying. "Pancakes?" Anakin nodded. "A little over-mixed aren't they?"
"Um, yeah," he said, shifting his weight. "Uh, that's actually why I'm here..."
"To learn how to cook?" Donaira suggested.
"Doni's a great cook," Terra said, putting an arm around her Padawan. "In fact, she's baking some muffins right now. How would you like to join us for breakfast, Anakin?" Donaira shot one of her killer looks at her master, but Terra seemed not to notice.
"Er, I'd love to," Ankain said, taking a small step away from Donaira, who was starting to scare him. "But... see, the power's out at my apartment. My master forgot to pay the bill again. So we don't have a stove. I'm supposed to see if you'll let me cook on your stove."
"Oh, sure you can, dear," Terra smiled. "Where is your master?"
"StarDucks." Anakin replied. "Having a drink. To tell you the truth, I think he's a little annoyed at me... he sorta kicked me outa the apartment just now..."
"Well, come on in," Terra said, and Anakin stepped into the cozy apartment. "I can't just leave an abandoned apprentice out in the hall, can I?"
Here Donaira muttered something under her breath that Anakin couldn't hear. He read her lips, however. 'Yes, you can'.
"Thanks."
"Donaira, show Anakin to the kitchen," Terra said, giving her padawan a gentle push. Donaira gave an exasperated sigh, grabbed Anakin's sleeve and all but dragged him into the kitchen, where he was greeted by the wonderful smell of baking starberry muffins.
"Mmm..." he said, closing his eyes and inhaling.
"Okay," Donaira said, and Anakin opened his eyes to look at her. "I'm making breakfast for my Master and I, so stay out of my way and nobody gets hurt. Agreed?"
Anakin nodded and moved toward the cupboard. Taking out a frying pan, he placed it on the stove, turned it on, and ladled four dollops of batter onto the surface. Donaira handed him a spatula on her way to the fridge. She placed her own frying pan beside his and poured beaten eggs into it.
The two ignored each other, fully focused on their respective projects. It was obvious to Anakin that Donaira disliked him for some reason, so he decided not to risk talking to her. She had the look of someone who could have their lightsaber out and your head cut off before you realized they had moved.
Becoming caught up in their cooking, the two soon had a wide selection of breakfast items prepared. Besides the pancakes, muffins, and scrambled eggs, there was toast, oatmeal, waffles, and an assortment of sliced fruit. Terra wandered in as they were cleaning up.
"Mmm-mm, does it ever smell good in here," she remarked, smiling warmly at them. Time for breakfast, I presume. I've already set the table."
Anakin, Terra and Donaira carried the food to the table, and were just sitting down to eat when the doorbell rang.
"Donaira--"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Go see who that is." Donaira walked out of the kitchen, and returned with a bearded man dressed in Jedi robes.
"Master!" Anakin cried. "Back so soon? How was your date with Master Unduli?"
"It was fine, than-- I-- I mean-- what date?" Obi-Wan glanced around, shiftily. "I just when to StarDucks for a little drink. Then I return to find my Padawan enjoying breakfast without me. I'm deeply disappointed in you, Anakin."
"I'm sorry, Master," Anakin said. "Come and have breakfast with us!"
"Okay!"
Obi-Wan sat down at the table, and they all began to eat the meal.
"Hey," Anakin said, after his first bite of muffin. "Master Terra was right. You really ARE a good cook, Donaira."
Though he had meant this to be a compliment, Donaira took it offensively and chucked her piece of toast at his head, where it landed butter-side down. Everyone stopped and stared, shocked, as the cooked bread slid slowly down Anakin's face. Wiping the melted butter out of his eyes, he glared at Donaira, who was laughing hysterically. He picked up his glass of blue milk and dumped it onto her head.
Donaira's mouth formed a round O as milk dripped off her nose and chin and into her eyes. Next second, the front of Anakin's robes were covered in oatmeal. In almost no time at all the kitchen became a war zone, and Terra and Obi-Wan managed to slip out into the living room with only a few minor splatters.
"How long do you think they'll keep it up?" Terra asked over the shrieks and yells coming from the kitchen.
"No telling," Obi-Wan said shaking his head. "There was a lot of food."
When the two Jedi apprentices ran out of breakfast, they collapsed, laughing, onto the floor. They were still giggling when Obi-Wan and Terra cautiously made their way back into the room. They stopped dead when they saw the state the kitchen was in.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan yelled, at the same time Terra shouted, "Donaira!"
The padawans looked at each other, then dashed out of the apartment as quickly as their legs could carry them.
"Come back here and clean up this mess!"
"You're in big trouble now!"
Skidding around a corner, Anakin and Donaira hurried down the hall, still laughing. They could hear their Masters gaining on them, so they ducked into a lift. Anakin punched the 'door close' button, and they waved good-bye to Terra and Obi-Wan as the door came between them.
"All right!" Anakin said, raising a hand without remembering that Donaira hated him. To his surprise, she gave him a high five and a grin.
"We lost 'em," She panted, still trying to catch her breath.
"Yeah."
"Where're we going?"
"Healer Nurrim's apartment," Anakin said. "I need to make and appointment for my master."
Donaira nodded. "He seems like the type that could use a healer."
Anakin nodded. "He is." The elevator door opened. "Hearing problems, drinking problems, lying problems--"
"I do NOT, have a lying problem, Anakin."
"Uh oh..."
Summary: Obi-Wan forgets to pay the electricity bill, which leads to interesting events.
Disclaimer: Anakin, Obi-Wan, Luminara Unduli, and the entire Star Wars saga do NOT belong to me (they belong to the brilliant George Lucas). However, the characters, places, and objects not recognisable from the saga belong to me, so please do not use them without my permission.
Author's Note: Yes, this is entirely in paragraph form. Though it is not my best nor my funniest work, I hope it will at least partly make up for the utter patheticness that was the last installment.
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It was 10:00 am on a Sunday morning. Obi-Wan Kenobi was hungry. He was hungry because he had not eaten breakfast. And he had not eaten breakfast because his Padawan had not made it yet. In fact, the boy was still in bed.
Obi-Wan stood up from the table, where he had been twiddling his thumbs, and barged into his apprentice's room, led by his frantic stomach.
"Anakin! Anakin, wake up!"
Nothing.
"Anakin, the temple's under attack!"
Zilch.
"Anakin, there's a reek on the loose in the Temple!"
Nada.
"Anakin, Master Poof's here, and he brought Glop!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Obi-Wan's latest attempt to rouse the child succeeded.
"Oh," gasped Anakin, after he was satisfied that there was no trace of Poof or Glop in his bedroom. "Master. I had... the worst dream."
"Really?"
"Yeah. First, I was in this psycho place where all these people with white faces trapped me in a box I couldn't see. And they wouldn't talk to me. The just kept patting the invisible box. Then, I was standing on a mountain, and this giant bantha was telling me that if I didn't get him some food, he'd eat me! But I got the food."
"Aha!" Obi-Wan looked rather pleased with himself.
"What, Master?"
"THAT'S what you were talking about!"
"When?"
"I came in here earlier, while you were still asleep, and you were sleep-talking again."
"Really?" Anakin looked interested. "What was I saying?"
"Well..." Obi-Wan thought for a moment. "It was kinda hard to tell, cuz you were talking all funny. With an accent. And deeper than normal. But I THINK you were saying something like 'look, I have your fodder.'"
"Ahhh. Bantha fodder!"
"Yeah." Obi-Wan scratched his chin. "That, or 'Luke, I am your father.'"
Anakin looked confused. "Why in the world would I say that? Who's Luke? I'm not anyone's father!"
"Glad to hear it," Obi-Wan said, patting his padawan on the head. "Now, whatta ya say you go cook us up some breakfast?"
"Uh, yeah, sure, I'll get changed and make... pancakes?"
"Sure." Obi-Wan got up to leave the room. "Oh, and Anakin?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Would you mind cleaning up your room today?"
Anakin stared at his master.
"Anakin, did you hear me?"
"I heard you."
"So you'll clean up your room today?"
"No."
"What?"
"I said no. I won't clean up my room."
Now it was Obi-Wan's turn to stare at his apprentice.
"Why not?"
"Cuz of the blue goblins."
Obi-Wan bit back a laugh. "Blue goblins?"
"Yes," Anakin said, his face serious, "Blue goblins with retractable wings."
"Retractable wings?"
"Yes, Master," Anakin said, sighing. "Good grief. I feel like I have to repeat everything I say just for you to hear me. Maybe you should get you're ears checked."
"Retractable wings?"
"That's it," Anakin said, standing up. "Get out of my room, I'm gonna get changed. And I'm gonna get you an appointment with Healer Nurrim this afternoon. And did you remember to pay the electricity bill this month?"
"Electricity bill?" Obi-Wan asked, as the lights flickered and died.
"Guess not." Anakin said. "Better do that today, too. Now OUT!"
Anakin shoved his Master out the door, and shut it behind him. Obi-Wan paced impatiently around the apartment until Anakin emerged from his room, his hair sticking up at odd angles, but fully dressed. He wandered into the kitchen and began to mix the pancakes, Obi-Wan hovering over him.
"You know, Master," Anakin said, shooting a glance at the man, "I always thought YOU were the Master, and I was the Padawan."
"That's because it's true, Anakin."
"But if it's true, how come I'M the one who cooks the food and cleans the apartment and does the laundry and pays the bills and remembers to buy groceries?"
"That's just the way things are," Obi-Wan replied with a shrug. "The Master does the teaching and training, and the Padawan does the learning and the housework. I used to be the one doing all the cooking and stuff when I was a Padawan."
Anakin gave his master a funny look. "Guess you and Qui-Gon ate out a lot, huh?"
"Yeah," Obi-Wan admitted, sinking into a chair at the table. "We were regulars at McYaddles."
Anakin nodded, still stirring the batter.
"Um, Anakin?" Obi-Wan said.
"Yes, Master?" Anakin continued to stir.
"Isn't that pancake batter mixed enough?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then why don't you put it in the pan?" Obi-Wan asked, frowning.
"The electricity's out, Master," his Padawan reminded him. "I can't cook it."
"So why'd you make it?"
"Reflex."
"Ah."
"So what do you think I should do, Master?" Anakin said. "My arm is really getting tired."
"Well, It'd probably be a good idea to stop mixing, my young apprentice," Obi-Wan said.
"I told you," Anakin said, glaring at his Master, "Not to call me that."
"Sorry," Obi-Wan apologized. "But I mean it. Stop mixing before your arm falls off."
Anakin obeyed his Master, and for a few minutes, the just sat and stared at the bowl of raw pancake.
"Anakin?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Maybe we should see if the neighbours will let us use their stove."
"What neighbours?" Anakin asked. Obi-Wan stared at him. "You mean... there are people who live NEXT DOOR to us?"
"Yes, Anakin, didn't you know that?"
"I don't have time to observe such things, Master. I'm too busy making sure we're both well fed. Who are they?"
"I..." Obi-Wan sighed. "I don't know. Go find out. I'll be back in an hour."
"Where are you going, Master?"
"Out."
"Out where?"
"For a drink."
"With who?"
"No one!"
"Master Unduli, perhaps?"
Obi-Wan's face went red.
"No - no, I'm just going for a drink," he said, "Alone. With no one else. I'm not meeting Luminara at StarDucks. No, sir. Heh heh heh."
"Suuuuuuuure, Master," Anakin said, picking up the bowl of batter. "But I'd do something about that drinking problem if I were you."
"Drinking problem? I don't have a--"
"Every time there's something you don't want to do, you leave me to do it and go 'have a drink'. I'm telling you Master, you are in serious need of some help. Hearing problems, drinking problems, lying problems..."
"I don't have lying problems," Obi-Wan said, not blinking. "I'm as honest as it's possible to be! Heh heh heh."
"Odd... laughter... "Anakin said, typing something on a datapad.
"What are you doing, Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked, eyeing the datapad warily.
"Taking notes to give to Healer Nurrim. He'll need to know all the stuff that's wrong with you."
"There's nothing wrong with me!"
Anakin flipped open the datapad again. "Denies... having... a... problem..."
"Okay, OUT!" Obi-Wan shoved Anakin toward the door.
"Loud... and... irritable... OW!"
Obi-Wan had shoved Anakin out the door, tossing the bowl of batter behind him, and closing the door. The boy caught the dish of breakfast with the Force, and looked around at the empty corridor.
"Guess I'll have to go visit the neighbours..." he muttered to himself. Slipping the datapad into his pocket, he stood in front of the door next to his own. "Here goes..." He rang the bell.
"DONAIRA!" Yelled a voice from inside. "WOULD YOU GET THAT PLEASE?!"
The door slid open and Anakin looked left, right, and then down. A girl about a year younger than him stood just inside the apartment. She was short. Very short, compared to Anakin, who was already almost as tall as Obi-Wan. Her dirty blond hair was tied back in a neat tail, and her pale green eyes were fixed on Anakin's (although she had to crane her head to do this).
"Who are you?" She asked, sharply.
"I'm Anakin Skywalker," he told her. "My master and I live next door."
"Really? That's nice." She went to close the door, but just then, her Master came into view.
"Who is it, Doni?" the woman asked. Anakin gave a cough to mask the laugh he couldn't repress, and Donaira shot him a look of pure venom.
"He says his name's Anakin Skywalker."
"Hello, Anakin," The woman said, holding out a hand, which Anakin shook.
"I'm Terra Borros, and this is my Padawan, Donaira Tali." Anakin bowed, but Donaira remained stubbornly erect, until her master trod on her foot.
"Aren't you the kid that keeps smoking us out of the floor?" Donaira asked, accusingly.
"Oh." Anakin coughed again. "That would be my master. Every once and awhile he tries to cook and... it's not very pretty."
Terra nodded and glanced into the bowl Anakin was carrying. "Pancakes?" Anakin nodded. "A little over-mixed aren't they?"
"Um, yeah," he said, shifting his weight. "Uh, that's actually why I'm here..."
"To learn how to cook?" Donaira suggested.
"Doni's a great cook," Terra said, putting an arm around her Padawan. "In fact, she's baking some muffins right now. How would you like to join us for breakfast, Anakin?" Donaira shot one of her killer looks at her master, but Terra seemed not to notice.
"Er, I'd love to," Ankain said, taking a small step away from Donaira, who was starting to scare him. "But... see, the power's out at my apartment. My master forgot to pay the bill again. So we don't have a stove. I'm supposed to see if you'll let me cook on your stove."
"Oh, sure you can, dear," Terra smiled. "Where is your master?"
"StarDucks." Anakin replied. "Having a drink. To tell you the truth, I think he's a little annoyed at me... he sorta kicked me outa the apartment just now..."
"Well, come on in," Terra said, and Anakin stepped into the cozy apartment. "I can't just leave an abandoned apprentice out in the hall, can I?"
Here Donaira muttered something under her breath that Anakin couldn't hear. He read her lips, however. 'Yes, you can'.
"Thanks."
"Donaira, show Anakin to the kitchen," Terra said, giving her padawan a gentle push. Donaira gave an exasperated sigh, grabbed Anakin's sleeve and all but dragged him into the kitchen, where he was greeted by the wonderful smell of baking starberry muffins.
"Mmm..." he said, closing his eyes and inhaling.
"Okay," Donaira said, and Anakin opened his eyes to look at her. "I'm making breakfast for my Master and I, so stay out of my way and nobody gets hurt. Agreed?"
Anakin nodded and moved toward the cupboard. Taking out a frying pan, he placed it on the stove, turned it on, and ladled four dollops of batter onto the surface. Donaira handed him a spatula on her way to the fridge. She placed her own frying pan beside his and poured beaten eggs into it.
The two ignored each other, fully focused on their respective projects. It was obvious to Anakin that Donaira disliked him for some reason, so he decided not to risk talking to her. She had the look of someone who could have their lightsaber out and your head cut off before you realized they had moved.
Becoming caught up in their cooking, the two soon had a wide selection of breakfast items prepared. Besides the pancakes, muffins, and scrambled eggs, there was toast, oatmeal, waffles, and an assortment of sliced fruit. Terra wandered in as they were cleaning up.
"Mmm-mm, does it ever smell good in here," she remarked, smiling warmly at them. Time for breakfast, I presume. I've already set the table."
Anakin, Terra and Donaira carried the food to the table, and were just sitting down to eat when the doorbell rang.
"Donaira--"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Go see who that is." Donaira walked out of the kitchen, and returned with a bearded man dressed in Jedi robes.
"Master!" Anakin cried. "Back so soon? How was your date with Master Unduli?"
"It was fine, than-- I-- I mean-- what date?" Obi-Wan glanced around, shiftily. "I just when to StarDucks for a little drink. Then I return to find my Padawan enjoying breakfast without me. I'm deeply disappointed in you, Anakin."
"I'm sorry, Master," Anakin said. "Come and have breakfast with us!"
"Okay!"
Obi-Wan sat down at the table, and they all began to eat the meal.
"Hey," Anakin said, after his first bite of muffin. "Master Terra was right. You really ARE a good cook, Donaira."
Though he had meant this to be a compliment, Donaira took it offensively and chucked her piece of toast at his head, where it landed butter-side down. Everyone stopped and stared, shocked, as the cooked bread slid slowly down Anakin's face. Wiping the melted butter out of his eyes, he glared at Donaira, who was laughing hysterically. He picked up his glass of blue milk and dumped it onto her head.
Donaira's mouth formed a round O as milk dripped off her nose and chin and into her eyes. Next second, the front of Anakin's robes were covered in oatmeal. In almost no time at all the kitchen became a war zone, and Terra and Obi-Wan managed to slip out into the living room with only a few minor splatters.
"How long do you think they'll keep it up?" Terra asked over the shrieks and yells coming from the kitchen.
"No telling," Obi-Wan said shaking his head. "There was a lot of food."
When the two Jedi apprentices ran out of breakfast, they collapsed, laughing, onto the floor. They were still giggling when Obi-Wan and Terra cautiously made their way back into the room. They stopped dead when they saw the state the kitchen was in.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan yelled, at the same time Terra shouted, "Donaira!"
The padawans looked at each other, then dashed out of the apartment as quickly as their legs could carry them.
"Come back here and clean up this mess!"
"You're in big trouble now!"
Skidding around a corner, Anakin and Donaira hurried down the hall, still laughing. They could hear their Masters gaining on them, so they ducked into a lift. Anakin punched the 'door close' button, and they waved good-bye to Terra and Obi-Wan as the door came between them.
"All right!" Anakin said, raising a hand without remembering that Donaira hated him. To his surprise, she gave him a high five and a grin.
"We lost 'em," She panted, still trying to catch her breath.
"Yeah."
"Where're we going?"
"Healer Nurrim's apartment," Anakin said. "I need to make and appointment for my master."
Donaira nodded. "He seems like the type that could use a healer."
Anakin nodded. "He is." The elevator door opened. "Hearing problems, drinking problems, lying problems--"
"I do NOT, have a lying problem, Anakin."
"Uh oh..."