"Master you can't take off your hood, you're going to get yourself sick."
"Anakin, I'm going to die of heatstroke if I don't take off this heavy cloak. Is that really what you want?" Obi-Wan was about as close as whining to his Padawan as he'd ever gotten, so he just dripped his voice with sarcasm to mask that.
"It'll be better to keep it on, The shade from the hood lowers the temperature of the desert by several degrees. You'll be more likely to die of heatstroke if you take it off. Trust me, I grew up on Tatooine, I know what I'm talking about. Plus it's not even that hot here. It's only got one sun." Anakin argued back. "Grow up, Master." Obi-Wan (completely ignoring Anakin's jab) supposed he was actually right, he'd never spent much time on desert planets, other than Tatooine and some planet that Qui-Gon and he had been on to resolve some peace negotiation. But from what he'd actually experienced of deserts, he really hated them. Whether sandy and hot or an icy tundra, he'd rather stay away. Anakin was taking this rather well, Obi-Wan thought. He hadn't complained once excepting for complaining about Obi-Wan taking off his hood.