[ Sing, baby, sing couldn't get much more straight forward unless it were literal, and he has not seen any singing infants tottering around. He watches the colour drain out of the crystal with a little frown. Obi-Wan is not sure he would have a song more personal than the one he just sang, and he knows that has something to do with it. He had already worked his way through a few radio tunes and songs from the Temple before finding something that made the crystals change.
But his attention comes back to Lucretia, the way she clears her throat and doesn't quite look at him. The corners of his eyes crease. He doesn't suggest a song because he is certain that they will not have much, if any, cross over in music. Common sounds might exist across worlds and universes but lyrics he thinks rather unlikely. ]
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But his attention comes back to Lucretia, the way she clears her throat and doesn't quite look at him. The corners of his eyes crease. He doesn't suggest a song because he is certain that they will not have much, if any, cross over in music. Common sounds might exist across worlds and universes but lyrics he thinks rather unlikely. ]
I can turn around if it will help.