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"So you're postponing this mission... to buy a plant?" Anakin asked, incredulous.
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, nodding. "Yes," he said, totally serious. He looked at Anakin as if he were the crazy one, then closed the datapad on which he'd just cancelled their next mission and continued walking.
Anakin rushed to catch up with him, striding alongside his former Master in the large Temple halls. "Master, why do you want a plant?"
Obi-Wan remained as passive as ever, glancing at his Padawan as they walked. "I merely think my quarters could use a little greenery, Anakin."
"We never even visit our rooms anymore!" Anakin exclaimed, wondering if perhaps this wasn't his Master, but only someone pretending to be him. Alas, the man's Force signature still felt as warm and familiar as ever.
"Does that matter?" Obi-Wan replied, humor sparking in his eyes as he watched Anakin frown in confusion at his Master's behavior. Anakin—who skipped over the humor entirely—spluttered, not sure how he was supposed to react to Obi-Wan's antics.
"Do you wish to come along or not, Padawan?" Obi-Wan asked, and Anakin grumbled at the title, which technically wasn't correct anymore. He never said anything of it, though. He still called Obi-Wan Master, after all, and they both knew it wasn't because of his status as Jedi Master.
"Fine," he agreed reluctantly, looking at his Master, who was still as serious as ever, suspiciously. "But only to make sure you don't get something dumb like spine fluff."
Obi-Wan sighed dramatically. "Ah, shame. There goes my first option."
Rolling his eyes, Anakin laughed sarcastically. "Ha ha."
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"A Makebian SKybulb..." Obi-Wan hummed thoughtfully, stroking his beard in that typical way of his. "That would go nicely with my couch. Wouldn't you think so, Anakin?"
Anakin shot him a leveled look. "Master, that monstrosity grows up to 20 feet tall."
Obi-Wan dismissed him with the wave of a hand. "Details, details." Still, he walked on further, abandoning the plant that—Anakin had to admit—would go nicely with the couch. Anakin trailed behind him, still unsure of where his Master's ridiculous behavior had come from.
They stopped in front of a dingy plant with frail, pink flowers. Anakin sighed. "Surely you're not thinking of purchasing a pink plant, Obi-Wan?"
"Why ever not?"
"Why n—?" Anakin spluttered. "It would clash horribly with the carpet, that's why ever not!" He mocked the sharp accent, failing horribly as he always did.
Obi-Wan just hummed.
"Sure you're not colorblind, Master?" Anakin teased, to which the man rolled his eyes and thankfully continued on to the next plants.
Inevitably he, of course, stopped in front of an ugly, barbed plant. Anakin recognized it immediately, having lived on a kriffing desert planet for the first nine years of his life, as a cactus.
A cactus.
It's base was a dark orange and black spikes covered the surface. Tiny little blue flowers grew at the very top.
"I like this one." Obi-Wan bowed down to read the little information card. "It's from Tatooine." He discovered, and Anakin huffed.
"Tell me about it. Nasty little thing."
"Just like you," Obi-Wan laughed, actually picking up the plant with the intention of buying it. Anakin ignored the jab, exclaiming, "Master, you're not seriously going to buy a cactus?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Obi-Wan, in that infuriating way of his, phrased it like Anakin was the one being absurd. "I'm fond of it. It reminds me of you; a little spiky, but strong and lovable." He said it like it was the most logical thing in the world.
Anakin blanched. "Lovable?" he muttered, but Obi-Wan was already making his way to the front of the store to pay for the plant. Upon discovering Anakin wasn't behind him, he turned around gingerly, cactus held gently between his hands and a soft smile on his lips.
"Are you coming, dear one?"