After ordering their food, they slid into the 50's style booth complete with slightly sticky red vinyl.

"I can already tell that this food is going to make me feel ill." Younger Obi-Wan's lip curled up slightly as he poked the vinyl, disgusted by its stickiness.

"Now who's complaining?" Anakin mocked, grinning at his Master. Obi-Wan opened his mouth to say something, but Qui-Gon had already started chastising his Padawan.

"Obi-Wan you need to be respectful and sit quietly. You're going to eat your food when it gets here." Obi-Wan looked sheepish. "Yes Master. I apologize."