Title: Jedi Temple Training - Servitude (Revisited)
Author: Me :o)
Rating: G
Archive: If WAAS wants it, WAAS can have it. Anywhere else, please ask. I probably won't say no.
Feedback: Absitively
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: This is seriously un-beta'd. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimers: waves hand in Jedi-like fashion I'm /not/ the author you're looking for....heh ;o) Yes, yes, George own's em. I'm just playing.
Summary: Consequences of a prank gone awry - Nic's pissed, but not really. Part 6 in the Jedi Temple Training Series.
Thanks: To me having to work until close the night before I wrote this. God I really didn't want to be at work - at least it gave me the idea for this fic...
"That'll be five creds, please - thank you. Have a great day." Nic paused to glare at Obi-Wan. "This is your fault, you know."

Obi-Wan sputtered. "My fault? How??"

"It was your idea to go find a monkey. It was your idea to mention it around your master, whom you knew would find said monkey." Nic smiled sweetly as another customer came by and inquired about prices. When they had gone, she turned back to Obi-Wan. "It was your fault that you failed to inform your master it was only. A. Joke." She poked Obi-Wan in the chest to emphasize these last words.

Obi-Wan raised a brow and spread his hands in a helpless gesture. "What was I supposed to do? I couldn't let my master know I was kidding! He was so earnest about helping us find that monkey..."

Nic sighed and buried her face in her hands. "You had no idea that it would...oh, poor master Yoda." Nic shook her head in sad concern. "Your soft spot for your master just got you into tending a stall in the grossest part of Coruscant's open-air market. And you haven't lifted a finger to help me yet. I should feed you to Master Windu."

Obi-Wan smiled his best "Innocent Padawan" smile. "You're doing an admiral job, I must say. I couldn't possibly interfere."

"Yes Master," Nic sneered as she said the word, not really angry, but wanting to be. "I should never have given you the rest of the lyrics to that song," she muttered.

When the next customer came by, Nic made a point of ignoring the Ithorian. She crossed her arms over her chest and raised a brow at Obi-Wan. She gestured to the Ithroian as if to say, well? What are you waiting for? Serve the damn customer!

Obi-Wan sighed as he switched places with his Apprentice. This was going to be a very, very long week.