Author's Thanks:

To my reviewers MusicDreamer & Falcona (one of the Skywolves, if anyone's wondering.)

MD - More clues are coming... This is interesting? Really? (looks pleased)

Falcona - Thanks for the translation of IMO. ... & this is funny? :D (looks doubly pleased) —I am working on "Comeback", by the way! Seriously!


Author's Note:

I'm going to ask for two reviews as a prerequisite before I update. My common readers will notice the upped ante. Of course, sometimes there will be a wait while I handle life, but anyway...

Remember that the only rules I have for reviewers are...

1. Don't blaspheme.

2. Don't cuss.

3. Don't swear.

Content and tone are totally up to you.

Enjoy! :)


And You Thought the Ballet Slippers Were Insulting.

"Good morning, Ballerina." Grinning, Obi-Wan slid into the seat across from Siri, dodging her responding slap.

"I do not do ballet!"

"Where'd the slippers come from, then?"

"I don't Sithin' know!"

"Tachi, really," murmured Master Billaba.

"Easy for you to say!" the blonde Padawan retorted. "You don't have people thinking you're something you definitely are not!"

Chalactan Jedi Master and junior Council Member Depa Billaba looked at her sedately. "Everyone has fictions which others commonly believe of them."

"So what are yours?" Siri challenged. Obi-Wan winced. Other Masters were noticing this...

Master Billaba didn't flinch. "If I told you, they wouldn't be 'commonly believed fictions', would they?"

As his friend was momentarily speechless, he frowned. "Don't you mean, 'If I could tell you'?"

The Jedi Master turned her imperturbable observation on him. "Of course," she responded—well, graciously, he supposed...

Siri Tachi regained her voice. "At least you don't have little kids laughing at you!"

"No," the Chalactan quietly agreed. "Merely yelling."

"A'Sharad hardly counts as a 'little kid', Siri."

" 'Hardly? He's like two blasted years younger than me and he 'hardly counts?!"

An oversized Jawa joined their table. "Good morning," Obi-Wan said politely.

"Have you seen my Master?" returned the creature.

Padawan Kenobi froze. There weren't any Jawa Padawans that he knew of... "Who's your Master?"

He heard the frustration in the younger Padawan's voice clearly, this time. "Master Ki."

"A'Sharad?!" laughed Obi-Wan, disbelieving. "What happened to you?"

"Someone stole my tunic." The Tusken Raider struggled not to growl. "This is all that was in my closet this morning."

"You, too?" angrily demanded Siri. "What the Force is the Sithspitting culprit up to?"

"Siri—"

"Shut up, Oafy! You're too politic."

His jaw dropped. "Me? Politic? What about your own Master, 'little girl'?"

Before Obi-Wan knew it, he'd fallen into a full-fledged argument with his peer Siri Tachi.

Sidelong, he saw Master Billaba slowly shake her head and leave.