"True," Obi-Wan said. "Though occasionally they supplement it by kicking."

He found his old spot, brushing idly at the twigs and whatnot near it. It was largely a futile exercise, of course: somehow nature always found a way to decorate his robe. Still.

He sat down.

"I take it you still remember how."

Not being kicked in the head by an eopie. The other thing.