I do hope that you all wants to read a long chapter now, because this is a longer one than the two before. :P Sorry for the delay. I was a bit busy the last two days. Hope you enjoy it. :D

Chapter 9

"Siri, can't you see that this is my padawan and his agressive negotiations with a purple boa," Obi-Wan grinned

SIri raised an eyebrow. "I believe the boa was around Master Windu's neck - love the wig, Mace. When did Yoda give it to you?"

"Uh -" Mace faltered uncharacteristicaly. "I borrowed it for the night."

Siri nodded, but her attention had been drawn to Anakin and his once more skewed tunics. More importantly, what was below them.

"Nice shorts, Anakin! Hey, Obi-Wan, don't you have a pair -"

"Siri!"

"Did I say anything?" she retorted, hands on hips. "I didn't say anything."
Obi Wan glowered. "You were going to."
Anakin grinned like a loon. "Aw, master, we match."
Siri and Obi Wan favored him with matching looks of disdain. "I don't think so," they said, in unison.
Mace's wig fell off, he was chortling so hard.

"Master," Anakin began, an amused smile beginning to curve his mouth. "Just how many blondes in this city have 'insider' information on just what you have... 'under cover'?"

Siri frowned, and much to Anakin's delight, a flush crept up on Obi-Wan's cheeks complimenting the already red handprint. But he didn't get a chance to answer.

"None of your business, that is."

"Master," Anakin began, an amused smile beginning to curve his mouth. "Just how many blondes in this city have 'insider' information on just what you have... 'under cover'?"

Siri frowned, and much to Anakin's delight, a flush crept up on Obi-Wan's cheeks complimenting the already red handprint. But he didn't get a chance to answer.

"None of your business, that is."

"Master YODA?" Several voices chorused in stunned unison.

"Unless blatantly display they do, the business of others underclothing is not!" The old Jedi suddenly chortled, "Unless wish others to know. Master Obi-Wan - Siri's 'knowledge' - how came she by this?"

Obi-Wan gulped. "A shared long mission; dirty clothes, needed to wash off the - "

"Blood," Siri interjected. "Obi-Wan had a horrible cut along his thigh and there were no healers nearby. Surely you've seen the scar, Anakin?"

"Master doesn't drop his trousers for me, Master Siri," Anakin informed the blonde Jedi. "I guess that's unique to you."

"Padawan!" Three Jedi admonished as one.

"I'm only calling like it like I see it!" Anakin retorted. It didn't work, as all three Masters continued to level stern, reproaching looks in his direction.

Anakin shook his head. "I'm going home," he said. "To change." With one more 'are you happy now?' look shot in Obi-Wan's direction, he was gone.

TBC