[ Anakin is cooking because Obi-Wan didn't bother trying to wrest the task away from him after very minor push back. The truth is, he hasn't forgotten how soothing Anakin finds the task. Like mechanics, cooking is straight forward. If there are other layers under Anakin's pleasure of having free access to food and sharing it with others, it's not something to be spoken about in polite conversation.
The angle of the doorway into the kitchen gives anyone a clear view of Anakin at the stovetop, but hides the wings off of it: one a sitting area with a table set for four, the other a cozy space with three beds angled against the walls, leaving an open area in the middle. Obi-Wan, crossing out from the dining room, smiles as he obliviously steps between her and the object of her attention. ]
Fukawa! Welcome. I'm afraid dinner isn't quite ready, since someone refused to accept any help, but make yourself comfortable.
[ There's nothing even close to biting in his tone as he throws the affectionate jab over his shoulder at Anakin, gesturing for Fukawa to come in and make herself at home. He doesn't try to guide her further, though, because he's heading to a cabinet to pull down mugs. ]
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The angle of the doorway into the kitchen gives anyone a clear view of Anakin at the stovetop, but hides the wings off of it: one a sitting area with a table set for four, the other a cozy space with three beds angled against the walls, leaving an open area in the middle. Obi-Wan, crossing out from the dining room, smiles as he obliviously steps between her and the object of her attention. ]
Fukawa! Welcome. I'm afraid dinner isn't quite ready, since someone refused to accept any help, but make yourself comfortable.
[ There's nothing even close to biting in his tone as he throws the affectionate jab over his shoulder at Anakin, gesturing for Fukawa to come in and make herself at home. He doesn't try to guide her further, though, because he's heading to a cabinet to pull down mugs. ]