It was a struggle not to smile when he felt the little tug on his
back, along one of the tabards. Yet Qui-Gon managed it and continued
peacefully cooking breakfast, scrambled eggs, toast and tea.

The little tugging continued slowly going upwards until the tugging
reached his shoulder. Qui-Gon shifted his head to look at his padawan
and smiled. “Good morning Obi-Wan.”

“Morning master!” Obi-Wan beamed back at him, holding tightly
onto the fabric so not to fall. “That looks really good.”

“Please don’t fall into the eggs again padawan. We wasted an hour
on getting you clean instead of meeting the council last time.” The
older man chuckled, feeling Obi-Wan shift on his shoulder.

“It wasn’t my fault master, you knocked me into the pan!”

“I was not the one who decided that throwing in salt without
warning me was a good idea.” Qui-Gon reminded his padawan who
promptly started to pout.

“…Can I have honey toast for breakfast?”

“No sugars for breakfast. I know how you get. We are going for the
Council and then we are leaving for our mission. We eat, we ready our
bags and then we go padawan mine.”

Obi-Wan sighed but nodded, bouncing of the others shoulder and
landing in a graceful crouch on the counter. From there he moved to
the, for Qui-Gon at least, tiny cupboard that contained his utensils.

“Do I have to pack my blanket rolls again? can’t I just sleep in
your pocket? I used to before.” Obi-Wan looked upwards.

“You are not a child anymore Obi-Wan, you are seventeen.” The
master murmured. “When you’re knighted, you can’t rely on a
partner all the time.”

“…I’m never going on solo missions Master. You know that and so
do I.” The teen said seriously. Qui-Gon switched the pan to a cool
plate and knelt down so he was eye level with his padawan, equally
serious.

“Obi-Wan, you are more then your size. One day I will get that into
your head.” He reached out and ran his finger over the teens copper
hair. “Your size does not define your mind or your skills. You will
be a magnificent Jedi and I can already see it. But you need to
believe that yourself my padawan.” He scooped the other up and
moved to the table, settling him down. “Now set your plate and I’ll
bring the eggs and toast.”

Obi-Wan smiled shyly up at him and nodded. “Yes Master.” His
stomach squirmed with a bit of pride at how strongly the other
believed in him.