Wiggling a bit and pouting when he didn’t move an inch, Obi-Wan let out a loud sigh. “I do think you’re all overreacting a tiny bit.” He stated as loudly as he dared.

There was a round of snorts at that and Anakin shifted where he was sitting on Obi-Wan’s lap, the boy able to feel his master’s stare at him. “Right, we’re overacting, its not like you were throwing around live grenades and dodging Ventress only days ago.” He stated a tad hysterically.

“But you’re heavy.” Obi-Wan groaned, flopping dramatically to the ground as troopers laughed around them, doing whatever they were up to since Anakin sat down on Obi-Wan’s lap.

“I can get Rex in full armor to sit in your lap. I will get him to do it, you already know I will.” Anakin stated warningly.

Sulking at that, Obi-Wan squirmed some more then grumbled petulantly.

For a few blessed moments, outside of some rustling bushes and Fives and Echo playing sabbac, it was quiet.

Until Obi-Wan let out a loud cry that had several jumping in surprise. “I’M BORED!” He whined loudly, not caring he was being a bit whiny as he kicked his legs from under Anakin.

Pausing, Anakin glanced down at his padawan then over to Qui-Gon, looking like he was desperately asking for help with his eyes.

The damn man however was smirking back at him, slowly sipping his tea that Cody had graciously served him moments before.

He could almost hear his old master voice going ‘sweet, sweet karma my dear padawan.’ for all the petulant whining Anakin had put Qui-Gon through when he was an over-energetic youth.

Grunting as Obi-Wan for real started trying to get him off, Anakin latched onto the first idea that occurred to him. “How about I teach you some dancing!” He yelled out.

Everyone, including Anakin, froze incredulously at the suggestion, staring at the blond.

Qui-Gon had actually dropped his jaw at the suggestion, staring at Anakin as if he didn’t know the now flushing man.

Obi-Wan however perked up. “Really? What kind of dancing Panakin?” He questioned, blind eyes wide as he sat up to hug his master around the torso.

And well… that was kinda it for Anakin as he reluctantly gave in with a small smile. “One, don’t call me that in the temple, ever, please, give me some dignity. And two, how about some Nabooan ballroom dancing?” He offered, grasping the others braid to give it a little tug as Obi-Wan grinned wickedly at the first part.

His marriage with Padme might be on the rocks at the moment but that didn’t mean he had forgotten the things he had learned to impress her or the things she had taught him later on.

Nabooan court traditions were some of the first things he had, shyly, managed to ask Qui-Gon to teach him back when he was twelve.

Qui-Gon, with a slightly reserved look in his eyes, had of course risen to the task while simultaneously warning Anakin about the difference of love and attachment as the man was all to familiar with a love that was too consuming. And telling Anakin when he grew older about Tahl Uvain.

That had been…

Well, a lesson of humility for sure, to see the pain and discomfort on his master’s face when Anakin had at the time thought his master invulnerable.

But yes, Anakin would teach Obi-Wan the things he had been taught as a padawan too, the war wouldn’t last forever and knowing some dancing would benefit Obi-Wan for sure, especially if they were sent to attend one of those charity balls.

Shifting himself onto his knees and then up on his feet, Anakin reached down and pulled Obi-Wan up as the boy eagerly shifted, clearly full of energy. “Sounds sasser master!” He chirped.

Blinking at the boy, Anakin raised a brow. “Sasser?” He curiously noted.

“Sasser means good. Royal sasser means really good.” Obi-Wan squirmed happily, holding onto his master’s hands as he explained.

“Huh… so kinda like wizard, where did you pick that up?” Anakin asked curiously, smiling a bit when Obi-Wan shrugged.

“Troopers.” The easy explanation and of course it was the troopers, Anakin thought with amusement as he sent them an amused look, all too aware that Commander Fox was very attached to his padawan.

“Alright then, Nabooan ballroom dance, lets get this party started.” He chuckled, grinning when Longshot took the initiative to bring out a harmonica he had.