Room 123 [early morning]
Anakin sat crosslegged on his bed, working on a new meditation exercise Obi-Wan had sent him in a recent package.
Yoda, floating around the room close to the ceiling, was not at all enamored with it. His tiny turtle-y rage went unnoticed.
Anakin's communication device chirped and a very, very grainy miniature Obi-Wan appeared before him.
"Master," Anakin said, sitting up straight and trying to look more composed. Just out of the range of the commlink's vision, Yoda dropped with a turtle-y thunk.
"Anakin," Obi-Wan replied, looking serious. "I wanted to check in. Your communication last week had me...concerned."
Anakin ran a hand through his hair and gave a short laugh. "A misunderstanding, Master. Certain aspects of the Jedi life are very strange to the beings on this planet, and I don't have your way with words." He shrugged. "Feelings were hurt."
Even through the graininess of the transmission, Obi-Wan's expression was deeply skeptical.
"But things in the Temple are okay?" Anakin asked, trying to change the subject. "I had a pretty disturbing nightmare last week, but it was probably linked to the book Rory read--it also made mummies appear on the island and turned the pond into coffee."
Obi-Wan blinked. "Wait. What?"
Anakin waved it off. "We killed them. Not that important. Oh! I got through an entire practice with the dual lightsaber form and didn't get shot in the ass once."
Obi-Wan laughed. "That's good to hear, Anakin. Did you get the package I sent you? What did you need Nubian fighter helmets for?"
"Realism in the simulation for class," Anakin replied. "We'll be reenacting the Battle of Naboo this week."
"Speaking of realism," Obi-Wan began, "the Council got back to me about your request to use a starfighter for your class."
"Yes?"
"No," Obi-Wan replied. "No to sending you one. However," he said before Anakin could say anything, "they are open to having your class come to Coruscant and use one under their supervision."
"Really?" Anakin's eyes lit up. "That would be great. They could see the Temple and the tapcafes and everything."
Obi-Wan nodded. "That's the idea. I, unfortunately, am heading off for a series of trade negotiations on Alderaan, so I won't be there to help supervise."
Anakin looked disappointed. "Oh."
"You'll hardly notice I'm missing," Obi-Wan said. "You'll be too busy making sure none of your students end up in the wrong sections of Coruscant." That was not a suggestion, and Anakin knew it.
"Yes, Master," he replied meekly. Well, meekly for Anakin.
Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow. "Good. I'll be in contact soon." He gave a small wave and the transmission cut out.
Anakin blew out a breath and went to retrieve Yoda, who gave him a tiny turtle-y glare. Anakin ignored it. After pistachio wars and pudding rain, meeting new people, being attacked by clinging kittens, telling Rory about knives being tossed at him and then her being sick ( though other things this week--like Caritas--hadn't been bad at all), well, a tiny turtle glaring at him wasn't enough to knock him off-stride for very long.
Yoda, floating around the room close to the ceiling, was not at all enamored with it. His tiny turtle-y rage went unnoticed.
Anakin's communication device chirped and a very, very grainy miniature Obi-Wan appeared before him.
"Master," Anakin said, sitting up straight and trying to look more composed. Just out of the range of the commlink's vision, Yoda dropped with a turtle-y thunk.
"Anakin," Obi-Wan replied, looking serious. "I wanted to check in. Your communication last week had me...concerned."
Anakin ran a hand through his hair and gave a short laugh. "A misunderstanding, Master. Certain aspects of the Jedi life are very strange to the beings on this planet, and I don't have your way with words." He shrugged. "Feelings were hurt."
Even through the graininess of the transmission, Obi-Wan's expression was deeply skeptical.
"But things in the Temple are okay?" Anakin asked, trying to change the subject. "I had a pretty disturbing nightmare last week, but it was probably linked to the book Rory read--it also made mummies appear on the island and turned the pond into coffee."
Obi-Wan blinked. "Wait. What?"
Anakin waved it off. "We killed them. Not that important. Oh! I got through an entire practice with the dual lightsaber form and didn't get shot in the ass once."
Obi-Wan laughed. "That's good to hear, Anakin. Did you get the package I sent you? What did you need Nubian fighter helmets for?"
"Realism in the simulation for class," Anakin replied. "We'll be reenacting the Battle of Naboo this week."
"Speaking of realism," Obi-Wan began, "the Council got back to me about your request to use a starfighter for your class."
"Yes?"
"No," Obi-Wan replied. "No to sending you one. However," he said before Anakin could say anything, "they are open to having your class come to Coruscant and use one under their supervision."
"Really?" Anakin's eyes lit up. "That would be great. They could see the Temple and the tapcafes and everything."
Obi-Wan nodded. "That's the idea. I, unfortunately, am heading off for a series of trade negotiations on Alderaan, so I won't be there to help supervise."
Anakin looked disappointed. "Oh."
"You'll hardly notice I'm missing," Obi-Wan said. "You'll be too busy making sure none of your students end up in the wrong sections of Coruscant." That was not a suggestion, and Anakin knew it.
"Yes, Master," he replied meekly. Well, meekly for Anakin.
Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow. "Good. I'll be in contact soon." He gave a small wave and the transmission cut out.
Anakin blew out a breath and went to retrieve Yoda, who gave him a tiny turtle-y glare. Anakin ignored it. After pistachio wars and pudding rain, meeting new people, being attacked by clinging kittens, telling Rory about knives being tossed at him and then her being sick ( though other things this week--like Caritas--hadn't been bad at all), well, a tiny turtle glaring at him wasn't enough to knock him off-stride for very long.