Toko has but a moment to admire the change in clothes — Anakin cuts a naturally dashing figure, so no wonder he looks perfectly at home in fairy tale garb. He's got a cape, and there's the deep v of his shirt— GAHALKA;SLK OLD MAN!!
She jumps when Obi-Wan pops out of nowhere, complete with a tight gasp that both men can hear. Her nerves are frazzled things on the best of days, don't do that!]
I—oh. Um.
[She was about to offer to help but then Obi-Wan has kiboshed that as well. So. She's supposed to make herself comfortable.
Toko looks around helplessly. Okay, if they're to have dinner, then she should take a seat at the table. But if he's saying be comfortable, then the only other seating option is the beds.
...............No no no, that can't possibly be an option. Toko ducks her head and scurries towards the table, catching Anakin's jibe just in time.]
Wh-what's wrong with tea? Is he bad at making it? [How can he speak so disparagingly of his Master? In front of guests no less. She looks to the older man as she takes a seat.] It's n-not a laxative, is it?
[They're grown men, they wouldn't pull a prank like that. Would they?]
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Toko has but a moment to admire the change in clothes — Anakin cuts a naturally dashing figure, so no wonder he looks perfectly at home in fairy tale garb. He's got a cape, and there's the deep v of his shirt— GAHALKA;SLK OLD MAN!!
She jumps when Obi-Wan pops out of nowhere, complete with a tight gasp that both men can hear. Her nerves are frazzled things on the best of days, don't do that!]
I—oh. Um.
[She was about to offer to help but then Obi-Wan has kiboshed that as well. So. She's supposed to make herself comfortable.
Toko looks around helplessly. Okay, if they're to have dinner, then she should take a seat at the table. But if he's saying be comfortable, then the only other seating option is the beds.
...............No no no, that can't possibly be an option. Toko ducks her head and scurries towards the table, catching Anakin's jibe just in time.]
Wh-what's wrong with tea? Is he bad at making it? [How can he speak so disparagingly of his Master? In front of guests no less. She looks to the older man as she takes a seat.] It's n-not a laxative, is it?
[They're grown men, they wouldn't pull a prank like that. Would they?]