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Point 3: Never trust out of work Jedi Council members.
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"Here to welcome you home, I am Master Kenobi." Yoda smiled, dark eyes twinkling.
Obi-Wan shifted his weight uneasily. 'Somehow I get the distinct feeling that I'm not going to like this...'
"Good for you, this will be!" The little troll chuckled, seemingly picking up on his train of thought.
"I have a bad feeling about this..." Obi-Wan grumbled, though the few children in the halls only looked at him like he was insane.
"Gone for too long you were." The little Master admonished. "Neglecting you're duties you have been. Recently resigned a Master from the high council did."
"Master Yoda, as much as I appreciate this-"
"Good you're agreement is! See you in the Council Chambers at the fifth hour, I will."
Obi-Wan groaned, 'I haven't even had the chance to see my Master yet, and their already demanding my time.' Watching the little green master disappear through the hallways, Obi-Wan was sure that the little troll was more than just slightly pleased that he'd once again drafted him into the council.
Grumbling all the way back to his quarters, cursing when he realized he only had two hours before his appointed meeting with the council. He changed quickly after a rather refreshing shower, and grabbed a quick bite to eat before rushing with all speed to the council chambers.
Nodding at the padawan who was sitting behind the desk, he entered the grand chambers of the Jedi Council. It was then that he realized, he was already uncomfortable. Something just wasn't right. However, nobody else seemed to notice, as Yoda motioned for him to sit in what was once his usual spot.
Obi-Wan was awaiting the fist order of business, when suddenly the lights flickered and disappeared. He was up in a moment, blue blade ignited, as he readied himself for whatever had made him so increasingly uneasy.
Suddenly there was laughter all around the chamber, and the lights came back online, and in front of him was a large cocoa cake, topped with his favorite soft and sinfully sweet sea foam coloured berry. "Happy Birthday Master Kenobi!" The twelve council members cheered.
Obi-Wan nearly hit himself for forgetting what day it was as everyone laughed, chatted, and just had a good time. Just as Obi-Wan was about to suggest that they cut his marvelous looking moon berry and cacao cake, when Yoda, whose brain he suspected to have shrunk over his years in the Dagobah swamp, threw cake at Master Windu.
"Food Fight!" Master Windu cried.
All the while, Obi-Wan watched his delicious cake disappear under the zealous hands of the council members. He let his head fall into his hands. 'My cake!'
SPLAT!
'My cake in my hair!' He whined to himself... before slowly picking himself up from his chair. He took one deep calming breath and let it all flow from him. With a slow and deliberate motion, bowed to the twelve members of the council, ans silently left the room.
...But not before the thanked the Force he didn't really have to sit in that chair ever again.
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Point Four: Never visit the council once they have nothing more productive to do than throw birthday parties. Bored council members equates to insanity.
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