"I'm never gonna move," Anakin mumbled, dropping onto the couch. "Wake me up in ten years."
"You shouldn't lie down after eating," Obi-Wan said, though Anakin noticed the slightest of slurs in his former master's voice. When Anakin opened his eyes, he found Obi-Wan's eyes partially closed, head tilted back against the couch seat.
"If I get indigestion, then I get indigestion," Anakin replied, closing his eyes. He yawned, draping a hand over his stomach. "I think I'll be fine."
"You'll be fine, but I'm not," Ahsoka said. Anakin shifted a little as Ahsoka dropped down next to him. A moment later, he felt her feet poke against his legs as a silent request to move over. Anakin grumbled a little bit, but he eventually moved. "I don't think I've eaten that much food before. 's good though…"
"It was a nice dinner," Obi-Wan commented, his voice heavier than before.
"Mm. Better than ration bars," Anakin agreed. He stretched his arms out, knocking against both Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. Neither of his friends protested though—they were too tired.
Anakin rolled over on his side, kicking at Ahsoka's legs again.
Ahsoka kicked back, but lightly.
"We should go to bed," Obi-Wan mumbled.
"Yeah," Anakin said. Tried to say. His voice came out muffled against the couch seat.
No one moved.
"But later," Ahsoka said.
"Later," Obi-Wan and Anakin agreed.
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