Obi-Wan was right, perhaps. When the food came, they could practically see the pools of grease around the bottom of the hamburgers. Anakin smiled stiffly and thanked the server, but once they left he looked at his food, completely horrified. He picked up his hamburger and squeezed it. A small stream of grease came out. Younger Obi-Wan stared at Anakin's hamburger in disgust. "Nope. I can't eat this. This is too… eurgh." He said, shuddering.
Both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were already eating their hamburgers, but even they had to admit that it was a little bit too greasy for their liking.
Anakin drained his water glass, and put his hamburger on the top of his cup, watching the grease drip into the clear cup. Anakin's Obi-Wan sighed. "Anakin, act like a normal person for once in your life? Be polite and take your damn hamburger off of your cup."
Except the younger Obi-Wan had already followed suit and drained his glass, and set his hamburger on top of it.
"Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon said, seeming tired. Both Obi-Wans looked at him. Qui-Gon sighed. "Alright I'm going to call you," He pointed to the younger Obi-Wan, "Obi Wan. And I'm going to call you," He pointed to the other Obi-Wan, "Kenobi. Just to avoid confusion." They nodded.
"In the meantime, Obi-Wan. Don't be so childish. I expected more of you."
"It was a good idea, Master Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan said defensively. Qui-Gon sighed again. He seemed exasperated. "Just eat your fucking hamburger Obi-Wan."