Obi-Wan began he and his padawan's Republic Days with a breakfast he had made every year as far back as his own padawan days; as soon as he discovered he was a much better cook than his Master and promptly took over the task.
After the meal, he and Anakin would exchange the first of five small gifts. Obi-Wan cherished each of his padawan's past presents. Rows of model speeders and space crafts lined the shelving in his bedroom, ranging from simple to intricately detailed, coinciding with the passing years. He suspected this year's gift would be similar. He had been smelling model glue in their apartment for the past couple of tens.
Which was why Obi-Wan was surprised to open up a package left on the common room table addressed to him that was not a model. Inside was a leather-bound paper novel that Obi-Wan gingerly picked up from out of the box in order to read the title.
"The Complete Works of D'Kestor, Galactic Philosopher, Volume One."
Obi-Wan carefully opened the book and noticed a stamp of first edition and an autograph as well, and blushed.
"Anakin!" He declared with some alarm as the young man entered the kitchen, toweling his hair dry from his shower. "This is too much! How did you know D'Kestor was my favorite philosopher? Where did you find this?"
The padawan stared blankly at the book and his Master. "Huh?" Then he noticed the opened box. "Oh, that. That was dropped off here while you were in the 'fresher this morning. My gift's over there." The teenager sheepishly noted, pointing to a haphazardly wrapped object that gave away the fact it obviously was a model of the new X-wing prototype.
"Well, then who?"
"Did you check the box?"
The Knight dug deeper into the foam-chip filler and pulled out a single card.
"The first of five,
But none less true.
The last with which,
Reveal myself to you."
Obi-Wan read, following which Anakin started chuckling.
"What are you laughing about?"
"My Master has a secret admirer!"
The older man looked affronted, his hands crossing in front of him. "What's so funny about that?"
"Nothing, I guess." Anakin snorted. "It's just that I never imagined that anyone would…"
"All right, forget it." Obi-Wan stopped the young man from continuing. "I wonder who sent it?"
"Maybe you can ask the messenger. It was Padawan Kreet. I think he's on duty all week." Anakin noted.
"I will. But you know, whoever sent this, she's got good taste."