"Are you telling me this you read the entire brief?" Qui-gon asks his padawan, unsure if he should be amused or disturbed.
Obi-wan looks up from his place at the navcomp. "You told me to familiarize myself with the material, just like you always do. Of course I read it."
"Yes, but. . ."
"Is there something I missed?"
Qui-gon flounders; he is at a complete loss of words. Planetary info packets are often hundreds (even thousands) of pages long and cover everything – from local celebrities to a history of major exports. Often, 96% of it consists of non-essentials and useless trivia. He is the lead on their missions and even he just bothers with the sociopolitical run-down.
Force, no wonder his padawan always sounds like a he swallowed a dictionary.
He looks back down at Obi-wan, so painfully earnest in his efforts to be a good apprentice, and replies, "No. Good work Obi-wan."
The boy's answering smile nearly splits his face in two.