Ki'ara and Anakin are fifteen.
THE TALK. "Let's study at my place." Ki'ara said."Obi-Wan won't mind?" Anakin asked her.
"I don't think so; I'm not being punished at the moment, for a change, so it shouldn't be a problem."
They sat on the chairs, Master Windu had given them plenty of work to do, and explaining that they were going to have a test the following day, Anakin sighed and she grinned at him.
"At least he gave us some advance warning this time."
"How is it that you were the only one to pass the last one he gave us?"
"Because Obi-Wan had spent the three months before it teaching me about the photographic minds of the Jedi. Now come on we need to do this sometime today."
Three hours later they were finished, Anakin came back form the kitchen carrying two brula juices as he was about to hand hers over, he tripped spilling the bright red liquid down her tunic; she leaped to her feet, rolling her eyes.
"And here I thought Jedi were supposed to be graceful. This is my last clean tunic, Obi-Wan is going to kill me, thank you so much Annie." She said sarcastically.
"You're beginning to sound like Obi-Wan; you've even got his sarcasm down right." He muttered. Almost on cue Obi Wan entered.
"I'd better go, Master Qui-Gon is probably back by now." And he left, Obi-Wan turned to her.
"Why don't we make a start on dinner? After you change your tunic." He said pointedly, she nodded glad that he hadn't given her a lecture on keeping her clothes clean, when she rejoined him a few moments later to help him prepare dinner, she had her undertunic on.
"Sorry master, I don't have any clean ones left. It should be dry in time for tomorrow though." She apologised; he was staring at her.
"When did that happen?" He asked. Looking down at her herself, she didn't notice any other stains on her undertunic or pants.
"When did what happen?" She asked him confused. He shook his head as he turned back to the vegetables he was slicing.
"Nothing, forget I said anything." He mumbled.
"Qui-Gon and Anakin will be joining us for dinner."
"Yes, master." She said. Half an hour later they were finished, and he went to his room when he came back he had one of his tunics in his hands, he held it out to her, trying not to look directly at her, she noticed he was blushing.
"Put this on." Was all he said. Just then the door beeped, Qui-Gon and Anakin had arrived, she was still rolling up the sleeves, but she bowed to Qui-Gon.
"Hello, master." She said. Obi-Wan turned to her.
"Why don't you and Anakin go to your room to-" Then he abruptly changed his mind.
"Go for a walk, dinner won't be ready for at least half an hour."
"Yes, master." She said, and led Anakin from the room. Qui-Gon turned to his former apprentice, eyebrows raised.
"Well Obi-Wan, what's the matter?" He asked. Obi-Wan gestured after his padawan.
"Ki'ara is, when I came back today Anakin had spilled some juice on her tunic, when I asked her to change, she came back wearing only her undertunic, when did she start-" He made motions with his hands trying to describe what he was talking about. Now it was Qui-Gons turn to look confused.
"I never noticed before today, when did she get them?" Obi-Wan blurted.
"What are you talking about, Obi-Wan? Do 'they' have a name?"
"Breasts, they're called breasts, when did that happen? I got a little distracted when I saw them…her. Do you think she knows about…well you know?" He asked, just as Anakin and Ki'ara returned. Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows a small smile coming to his lips.
"You can ask, I suppose. We can talk about it over dinner. Anakin could do with hearing this again." He suggested. Obi-Wan nodded, but he didn't look very happy about it. They sat down at the table, and Qui-Gon must have grown tired of the silence, because he turned to Ki'ara.
"Ki'ara, Obi-Wan would like to talk to you about something." He said. Obi-Wans head came up and he stared at him, Ki'ara was looking at Obi Wan expectantly.
"I was wondering when you...ah…started growing?" He said.
"I'm growing all the time, master. It happens to most people by the time they reach this age."
"That's not what I'm talking about. I meant when did you start growing…you know?" He was the colour of the juice Anakin had spilt on her earlier.
"Master, what are you talking about?" She said, glancing in Qui-Gons direction, she opened a mental link with him.
Is this a lead up to "When did you become so well endowed?" and then "The talk? She asked him, he nodded silently at her.
Please, don't tell him that I already had this talk.
And ruin the fun I'm having, not a chance. He replied, out loud he just said.
"Get on with it Obi-Wan."
"When did you get a …um….a chest?" He mumbled. She glanced down, turning her head as if inspecting herself from all angles, and then she looked back up at him.
"I dunno, I guess it started about two years ago. Which reminds me, other than get in my way when I try to use my lighsaber. I presume they have some other purpose. But I was wondering what else they're for?" She asked. By now Qui-Gon had developed a very loud cough, and Anakin had his nose stuck in his dinner, trying not to laugh. Obi-Wan stared at her, his mouth opening and closing trying to say something, then he looked to Qui-Gon for help, who quickly stifled his cough.
"She's your padawan, Anakin and I had this conversation a long time ago." He said.
"I don't suppose you had a talk with anyone about the birds and bees yet?" He asked hopefully, hoping he wouldn't have to. For a moment she looked confused, and then she smiled and nodded.
"Oh, yes. We covered it with Master Teo a while back." And seeing the look of relief on his face, she continued on.
"Did you know that the Taran bee of Correlia can live for up to one hundred years, isn't that amazing?" She was really warming to the subject now. Obi-Wan just sighed and rubbed his eyes. Qui-Gon quickly excused himself before running for the kitchen and Anakin started sniggering quietly.
"No, no not those kind of bees-" He suddenly seemed to realise that he was the only one taking this seriously.
"You already know about all this, don't you?" He asked. She smiled innocently at him.
"You could say that, I had a little chat with Master Gallia about three years ago." She replied.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because it was fun watching you fumbling around, trying to find the right words, but it was nice of you to make the attempt to tell me about it, it took you a long time but I am grateful, master."