A/N: My view on OCS: They're fine as long as they play roles no character already known could play, aren't the focus of the story, and they go away quickly. Dandy will be in two chapters, tops.

Siri knew the moment her Master stepped out of the small room that she was not going to enjoy the next few hours.

Adi had a slightly irritated, yet highly amused expression on her face. She smiled ruefully at Siri, "You're not in a chatty mood, are you?"

Siri blinked, bemused at the question, "Um, no?"

"Good," Adi swept passed her, muttering under her breath. "Because you won't get a word in."

It had been 11 days since they had accepted the mission. So far Siri had learnt how to walk, talk and act like a teenage girl. It was harder then it should have been. All of the Masters teaching her had told her to forget basically all her etiquette training.

"But only to a point," one had warned. "You can't come across as too nice, but nor can you be too rude. Normal teenage girls are quite self-centered. You can say please and thank you, but don't hold back with jokes and the like."

Today's learning task was simple. She had to be fitted for a wardrobe. The person that was fitting them was not a Jedi. However, like Didi, she was a friend of the Jedi, and was responsible for fitting all undercover Jedi's clothes. Siri didn't know what to make of her Master's comments, however. She got to her feet and strode into the room.

A portly, motherly looking woman smiled cheerfully at her as she entered. Siri took in her matronly appearance with surprise. She did not look like someone who would associate with Jedi. She looked like she would spend her days baking cookies and apple pie.

"Hello, dearie," the woman greeted Siri warmly. "I'm Dandy. Come in love, come in. You're Siri, right? Your Master told me your name. My, aren't you a pretty one? Lovely, lovely. I like working with pretty girls and handsome boys, makes my job easier if they need to look respectable. Just get yourself on this block, lovie, and we'll get started."

Adi hadn't been kidding when she said Siri wouldn't get a word in. In the hour and a half she'd been standing on the dress-makers' box, she'd said maybe a dozen words.

"…and did you hear about that poor little girl who got lost on a cruise ship? Ended up on a different planet to her parents, the poor love! Couldn't believe they didn't notice she was gone…"

Siri's input seemed to be entirely optional.

So far Dandy had chattered about the weather, "It's a shame we so rarely get any here, isn't it love?" the rising crime rate, "Poor loves, most of them don't have a choice!" clothes and fashion, "Don't worry love, I won't put you in anything too tarty." All the while slotting in comments about how pretty Siri was, "My, but what lovely skin you have! And those eyes! You must be beating off boys with a stick… but you're really much too thin dearie, you should eat more."

As she spoke, Dandy measured everything from Siri's leg length and waist, to around the top of her head. Then she held dozens of different cloth textures and colours up against Siri's small frame. When Siri tried to point out that some colours were the same, Dandy shot her down.

"Oh, no dear. This one's Blue-Grey. That one's Grey-Blue. There's a big difference love, you see? If I were to put you in a dress of Grey-Blue you'd look too washed out, but Blue-Grey might be just the ticket."

Siri just shook her head and looked around the room again. There were miles and miles of clothes all around her, in every style imaginable. Her eyes fell on a pair of what appeared to be leather pants. She smirked at the thought of some solemn Jedi Master trying to squeeze into them. Dandy trailed off and followed her gaze.

"Oh, them," she giggled. "Some poor young Knight had to wear those. He said he kept having other young people hit on him; women AND men. Got rather flustered, poor boy. Although, just between you and me," here Dandy lowered her voice conspiratorially. "I did try to convince your young friend, the one you're going on the mission with, Obi-Wan? I tried to convince him to wear them."

Siri's mouth dried at the thought. No, bad thoughts, bad. Do not think of Obi-Wan in… BAD thoughts, BAD.

"He was very against the idea, of course. Such a shame. I know an old bird like me shouldn't be looking at a young thing like him, but there's no harm in looking, is there?"

Dandy sighed, and then chuckled mischievously, "He blushed bright red when I suggested it. He is such an attractive young man, though, isn't he? Especially that tattoo."

Siri's brain screeched to a blinding holt, "Wait, what? Tattoo? He has a tattoo?"

"Oh my, yes. Two, around the tops of his arms. They're written in some old language. I couldn't get him to tell me what they meant."

Siri tuned her out again. Tattoos and leather pants… made a mental image she would have to fight off with a mental stick. Repeatedly. She sighed as Dandy continued to chat.

It was going to be a long mission.