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... )

"They need sleep. But you need sleep, too," Anakin said to Rory, opening the door to his room. "And there won't be much sleep in your room tonight."

He was being logical. Really.