Earlybirds Get Payback

'You are' He checked the chronometer. 'Exactly 29 minutes and 58 seconds late. What is your excuse?'
Keaira just glared at him. 'None. I was out with Aislinn with permission and that permission did not have a time limit.' She stormed down the corridor to her quarters, saying over her shoulder. 'And don't expect me to wake you up tomorrow or anything else. And fix your own dinner!'
Hearing the door slam, he sighed to himself. No proper dinner tonight thanks to his tongue, he supposed. Taking a glass of Correlian brandy he had bought earlier, he hit the screen to watch the pod race and hopefully, to forget his hunger.
She snuck out of the room. Good, he was glued to the screen. Making her way to the kitchen, she started making herself a meal, her favorite pasta and cheese with other small sides that she knew he liked. Finishing preparations, she dropped herself in low chair before picking up a book to read.
Sniffing his favorite food in the air, he detached his eyes from the race, though his old rival was on a crucial part of the race now. His eyebrows shot up when he noticed her enjoying the stuff that she usually cooked for both of them. 'Keaira?'
She barely glanced up from the book. 'Yes?'

'Aislinn, dear?' Obi-Wan tried sweet-talking her before delivering a lecture. It didn't work. She gave him a good hard glare before retorting heatedly,
'How many times do I have to tell you not to dear me! Get straight to the point and this over with.'
'I gave you permission to leave and return…'
'With no limit.'
'And expected you to return by the regular time.' He finished, pretending not to hear her interruption. She stamped into the kitchen, ignoring the rest of his lecture. By the time he was finished with his long-winded-ness, she had finished eating her sandwich and sitting in the middle of the walkway as if in meditation.

'Where's my dinner?' He asked, trying to keep his temper at bay. She paused, seeming to contemplate his question as she finished yet another spoonful of pasta. Taking her own sweet time dabbing off the excess cheese, the napkin was laid down along with the plate on the table…

He shook her up with only one question, 'Where's my dinner?' the exact same second his Padawan said that to Keaira.

As if on cue, both girls started saying the exact same thing, 'I am so not your servant. I am not your slave. You want food, cook for yourself! It is like none of my business that you don't know how to cook or how to wash your own stuff or clean up after yourself or mend whatever you've torn. No one is going to be around forever.' Keaira stormed out of the quarters down to the library where, she nearly smashed into Aislinn for the door. At the sight of each other, they burst out laughing hysterically.

Meanwhile…
Obi-Wan thought of asking Keaira what was wrong with Aislinn and Anakin thought the other way. Both of them distracted, they bumped into each other. 'Oh, good evening, Master. Have you seen Keaira or Aislinn?'
'I was about to ask you the same thing, Padawan. Aislinn just had a temper and stormed out. I haven't seen Keaira.'
'Well, Master, since you asked, Keaira just walked out as well. In quite a rage, I believe.'
'I suspect a plot here…' Obi-Wan's statement was met with hysterical laughter as Master and Padawan looked at each other with suspicion.

But thankfully for them both, I've run out of tricks to play sigh what a waste!