[Because this is a magical tapcaf, Anakin is beautiful again. (This is a legitimate reason. That, and the laughs that will be had). He blinks bemusedly, wondering if his drink has been spiked again.]

Hey.. Grandma. I'd like to spend some time with you. And maybe make you smile.

UPPING THE TEENAGE JEDI COUNT: one Ben Skywalker. Fifteen years old, non-bratty, non-Sithly.

He's frowning at news reports on his datapad (DAALA DEMANDS CLOSER OBSERVATION OF JEDI ON MISSIONS) and it takes him a moment to realise he isn't in the Jedi Temple anymore.

"Uh. Dad?"

Wait. Who would be more likely to be in a tapcaf?

"...Uncle Han?"

You've got to be kidding me. I don't drink. Kriffing..

*The teen turns while making a face at the smell of this place, and tries to walk out the door*