Okay. It has been so long since I've posted anything. This was a contest entry for the... contest thing... and... yep... so... yes. :D

Thanks to STARWARZMYLIFE for helping me get my brain to think of a title XD


"Alright, Ahsoka. Be good." Anakin told his padawan, then looked up at Obi-Wan. "I'll be back around midnight, so if she's asleep, you can wake her up when I get here. Or you can always kick her out into the hallway."

"Hey!" Ahsoka protested.

Anakin smiled and patted her head between her montrals. "See you tonight, Snips."

"Bye, Skyguy," she replied, affectionate exasperation lacing her tone.

They gave each other quick hugs, and then Anakin waved at her before disappearing around the corner.

Ahsoka turned to her grandmaster with a smile.

"So, is there anything you'd like to do, little one?" he asked.

She gave a small shrug in reply. Obi-Wan smiled.

"I believe," he said, "that a spot of tea might be in order."

When Ahsoka raised an eye marking, he chuckled.

"You remind me very much of Anakin."

She smiled. "No one's ever told me that before."

Obi-Wan paused in his preparation of the tea. "Has he ever told you about the first time he had tea?'

"Only once. It was more of a warning than anything else," she said.

"The tea I made for him was from Naboo," he recalled. "I had supposed he would like it, but he took one sip, and . . ."

". . . it went right out his nose," Ahsoka finished with him, then laughed. "Probably should've seen that coming." She paused. "Although the fact that he is Anakin makes any predictions or foreknowledge pretty impossible."

"Indeed." Obi-Wan finished setting the table, a kind of far-off look on his face that made Ahsoka wonder what he was thinking about. Whatever it was, she could tell it was good.

He had only paused to think for a second when the teapot started making a high-pitched noise that buzzed irritatingly in Ahsoka's montrals.

"Master?"

Obi-Wan looked up. "Ah, right. My apologies, Padawan." He quickly walked into the kitchen and was back a moment later, having silenced the teapot, with a cup of tea in each hand.

"Thanks," Ahsoka said, taking the small cup she was offered. She cautiously sipped it, and she could swear the tip of her tongue was burned off. She slapped a hand to her mouth, hastily putting her cup down.

"I probably should have warned you about that," Obi-Wan said regretfully, handing her a glass of water. He couldn't help the smile that came to his face when she stuck her tongue in it.

She frowned playfully at him. " 'S not funny!"

"All right." Obi-Wan held up his hands in surrender. "My humblest apologies, Ahsoka."

"Apology accepted," Ahsoka played along, stifling a giggle. She sipped her water. "When did you start liking tea so much?"

"Well," he replied slowly, "my master made it for me the first time. And I suppose I didn't exactly like it, but I drank it anyway, on occasion. Sometimes we had to, for Senate meetings and such. Over the years, I suppose it grew on me."

"Master Qui-Gon liked it too, then?" Ahsoka questioned.

"The funny thing is," Obi-Wan said, "he never seemed to feel one way or the other about it."

Ahsoka hummed thoughtfully in response, risking another sip of her tea (which turned out to be the right temperature, fortunately for her tongue). "What was he like?'

Obi-Wan fell silent, and Ahsoka's lekku darkened.

"I'm sorry if I shouldn't have asked," she added hurriedly.

"No, it's alright," he assured her.

He paused again, and Ahsoka wondered if talking about her great-grandmaster wasn't exactly what Obi-Wan had had in mind when he'd asked what she wanted to do.

"He was rather argumentative at times," Obi-Wan told her. "He disagreed with the Council quite often. Not without reason, mind you. He was very wise. I think he would have liked you."

When Obi-Wan didn't continue, she nodded. "He sounds amazing."

"He was," Obi-Wan agreed.

Another few minutes passed, during which Ahsoka continued sipping at her tea.

Obi-Wan finally stood, sighing. "Well then," he took her empty cup and smiled. "What did you think?"

"Um . . ." Ahsoka paused to think for a second. "It was sort of sour - well, not sour, exactly, bitter - at first, but there was . . . you know, something about it that . . . just . . . I don't know, it . . . you know what I'm saying, right?"

He nodded. "It was from Shili."

Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly as she regarded the teacup in Obi-Wan's hand. "Whoa."

"Would you like some more?" he asked.

"No, that's alright, I just . . . that is so cool!" Ahsoka said enthusiastically. She glimpsed a smile on Obi-Wan's face as he disappeared into the kitchen.

"So," he said, reentering the dining room, "is there anything you wanted to do at all?"

"It doesn't matter to me," Ahsoka said, shrugging helpfully.

Obi-Wan thought for a moment. "Do you and Anakin do any cooking?"

"I tried to bake cookies once. He took over and dumped it all in the bottom of the oven. I don't think my sense of smell recovered from that." Ahsoka told him.

"Oh, there are so many stories I could tell you of him setting things on fire and burning water and such."

"Wait, what? He burned water. How did he do that?!" she asked. "It's water. He didn't burn it, did he? I do not think you can burn water. Let me think about this." She sighed. "That is freaky."

"That's what he told me happened. Although I am inclined to agree with you." Obi-Wan said.

"Huh," Ahsoka laughed quietly. "That is the first time I have ever heard anyone say 'burnt water'."

"He does seem to have a knack for destroying things in odd and inexplicable ways," he said.

"You can say that again," she agreed. "He broke his bed right in half once."

"That wouldn't be the first time," Obi-Wan said, raising an eyebrow.

"Really?" Ahsoka snorted. "I can see it, though. Anakin Skywalker, record holder of the most beds broken in a lifetime."

Obi-Wan laughed, glancing at the chrono.

"All right, Ahsoka," he said, "why don't you change into something more comfortable, and we'll find something to do after that. How does that sound?"

Ahsoka nodded. "Okay."

He handed her her backpack, and she went into the bathroom to change. When she came out, Obi-Wan had set up a movie and popcorn on the couch.

Ahsoka sat down, and Obi-Wan set a stack of blankets beside her.

"Hey, where's the case for the movie?" Ahsoka asked.

"Oh. Here," Obi-Wan replied, handing it to her.

"Napoleon Dynamite," she said skeptically. "You watched this with Anakin."

"Yes."

"And . . . he liked it."

"Very much," he assured her. He had just sat down and pressed play on the movie when his comlink beeped. He answered.

"Hey, Obi-Wan." Anakin's voice crackled slightly as he spoke.

"Hey, Skyguy." Ahsoka said, pausing the movie and plopping down next to Obi-Wan.

"Hi, Snips!" he said. Obi-Wan could hear the smile in his friend's voice. "You being good?"

"Just like you always were, Master," she replied dutifully.

"Hahaha okay. I'll be there to pick Ahsoka up in an hour or so, just thought I'd check up on you two."

"We're doing fine," Ahsoka reported.

"Good," Anakin said. "See you both soon, then."

"Bye, Master," Ahsoka said.

"See you soon, Anakin."

"Okay. Bye, you two."

He hung up, and Obi-Wan started the movie. He watched as Ahsoka collapsed in fits of giggles at different parts of the movie. As the hour wore on, Ahsoka gradually leaned over to let her head rest on Obi-Wan's shoulder, and he was vividly reminded of the nights he had spent watching holos with Anakin.

Obi-Wan moved to wrap Ahsoka's blanket around her shoulders. The Togruta gave a contented purr, blinked sleepily, then closed her eyes again.

They had been there for a while - Obi-Wan wasn't sure how long - when Anakin knocked on the door.

"Come in," Obi-Wan said quietly.

Anakin opened the door, sopping wet. "Hey, Snips -" he stopped himself, but Ahsoka was already sitting up. Her baby blue eyes took a second to focus.

"Hi, Master." She looked him up and down. "You're soaked," she said bluntly.

Anakin gestured vaguely out the window. "Rain."

Ahsoka shot him an unimpressed look, then resumed her original position with her head on Obi-Wan's shoulder.

Picking up Ahsoka's bag off the ground, Anakin walked over to gently pull her to her feet. "Thanks, Obi-Wan."

Ahsoka looked at her grandmaster with half-lidded eyes. "Thanks, Master Kenobi."

"You're both welcome," Obi-Wan said.

She rubbed her eyes with a giant yawn. "Night."

Anakin smiled. "She won't remember any of this in the morning," he mouthed.

Obi-Wan smiled as Anakin led his half-asleep padawan out towards their quarters. He picked up the blanket she'd been using and folded it.

"Goodnight, Ahsoka," he said quietly.


A/N: Yeah, looking back, I'm not as impressed with it as I thought I was. I DID have to clarify the movie scene some since I turned this in. Eep... Oh well.

At least I'm still alive! (Right? XD XD XD) Well, thank you all for reading! :D If you liked it, feel free to leave a review as always! :) Thanks again! May the Force be with you! Stay dummy thicc! (Okay, if you don't know what 'dummy thicc' is, you need to go search up 'It Appears Obi-Wan Is Dummy Thicc'. It's hilarious. XD)