"I already like this mission!" the boy at my side giggled.
I couldn't help but smile. If there was one thing that you couldn't keep my padawan away from it would be food. His dark eyes scanned the long tables in the royal hall that were stacked with all sorts of delicacies. "Padawan, we didn't come here to eat" I reminded him.
Paolo looked up at me with his most innocent look. "I know, Master. I was just…emm…admiring their hospitality. That's all." He looked rather pleased with himself for coming up with such a "brilliant" excuse.
"Uh-hu. You know you really should try something more believable."
He looked ready to start pouting so I briskly started walking forward and he was forced to fall into step behind me. After exchanging formalities with the Queen and some of the other courtiers we obliged to join the feast. Paolo of course wasted no time in starting to eat everything that he could see and reach. One of the ladies that was sitting across from us looked curiously at him and then at me. I tried warning him through our bond but my padawan decided to listen to his stomach rather then to me. How typical. When the desert was brought in I knew something had to be done. Paolo reached for the cookies first. Then just as he was about to go for the pie I grabbed his braid jerking him back down. He looked at me with a look that said "What was that for?"
"You have had enough young man, And please remind me when we get back home to work on your bantha eating habits."