Office Hours, Wednesday

[saddeserthermit]

Obi-Wan had not been in his office for quite a while, but somehow last week's events made it seem... pertinent.

So he settled behind his desk early in the morning with a nice cup of tea, attempting to meditate on the... experience of an island full of ponies. And madness. And whatnot.

Somehow, this was not a fantastic way to find harmony with one's self, which was why he gave up on it sooner rather than later.

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[saddeserthermit]

"Any teacher who had to teach Anakin prior to having you should have known better than to pretend you were so terrible," Obi-Wan said dryly. He sipped his tea again. "And those who didn't were simply ill informed."

[uncertain_dume]

"Master Billaba accused me of being infamous for it," Kanan replied, a little wryly. "But I'm pretty sure she was just teasing."

She had teased a lot. They'd had a comfortable relationship between them, Master and Padawan.

[saddeserthermit]

"Perhaps," Obi-Wan agreed.

In as much as a completely ambiguous comment could be seen to be agreeing to anything.

[uncertain_dume]

... Dammit, Kenobi.

"Perhaps? Oh, come on!"

Yeah, he had been. And the Clones hadn't even been surprised about it when she'd said as much, either. Sigh.

[saddeserthermit]

If Obi-Wan had any response to that one way or the other, he'd hide it behind both his beard and the tea.

He made his own fun.