I'm doing some cultural stuff that's pretty new to me, but I did my best to match ethnicities to where I feel they fit (Ahsoka is from Brazil, originally speaking Portuguese, Anakin speaks Arabic and is from Saudi Arabia, stuff like that)

LASTLY, I'll be using a little bit of google translate here and there (Because I know nothing about Portuguese or Arabic haha) so please excuse me if I butcher it. If anyone actually knows either of those languages and would like to offer correct translations, please PM me so I can edit it. Thanks!!

Enjoy :)

She told Barriss that morning, after coming back from her dad's. Sitting at the slightly beat up desk in the corner of her new room, Ahsoka plugged in her phone, closed the door, and hit the speed dial for her best friend.

Safe to say, there was a little crying (mostly from Barriss) and a lot of promises to see each other on Monday to give hugs. Barriss eventually left, agreeing to take her out for ice cream to talk everything over in person, leaving Ahsoka alone with her thoughts again. The desk plant her and her mother planted a few years prior (Lizzy_Luna75 *winks*) that never seemed to grow, but always stayed alive, sat on her windowsill basking in the midday sun. Below it sat the two duffel bags with her remaining belongings that she decided she needed to unpack.

She threw both bags on the bed to sort through when Obi-Wan knocked. After a "come in" on her end, he entered with a soft smile. "Sorry to intrude, I just wanted to ask if you wanted some company while unpacking?" He asked.

After a little mental turmoil, Ahsoka decided that if she was going to live with these people for any amount of time she might as well make an effort to get to know them. "Ya, I could actually, if you don't mind."

"Of course." She sat on the floor with her clothing while Obi-Wan sat at the desk. Her phone still lay there, and buzzed almost as soon as he sat down. "Looks like someone's texting you," He pointed out. Ahsoka grabbed her phone to look at the message from Barriss. It was just detailing that she was able to go out for ice cream after school the next day.

Realizing she would need permission, Ahsoka looked up to Obi-Wan with hopeful eyes that only someone who looked could really catch. "Mr. Kenobi?"

"Obi-Wan, please," He suggested.

"Obi-Wan, I'm going out with a friend tomorrow after school, is that alright? I can get a ride, or walk, it's not too far." The man just looked happy that she was okay with going out with friends and enjoying herself so soon after such an incident.

Smiling down at her, he answered, "Of course. Call Anakin or I if you'd like a ride thought." As an afterthought he added, "Speaking of which, you don't have either of our numbers, do you?" She shook her head, already heading to her contacts. In a few moments they were both added to speed dial. "Who are you going out with?"

"Childhood friend, her name is Barriss. Super sweet. She's taking me out for ice cream tomorrow."

He hummed with a nod. "Any other friends?"

Ahsoka seemed to think about it for a moment, going quickly back to sorting and folding clothes. "Not really. Mostly just... People I know. I'm not really close with anyone else."

"I get that. Anakin's the same way, he basically didn't have friends until he met his girlfriend," He joked.

Ahsoka smiled. "Anakin's got a girlfriend?"

Obi-Wan nodded with a fond grin. "Padme Amidala, currently finishing a political degree. Kind, generous, well spoken, always wins an argument." Ahsoka chuckled.

"Sounds like my kind of girl," She responded, standing to put away sleep clothes in the bottom drawer of her nightstand, then to the closet to hang the remaining clothing. She continued talking. "I still don't know what I'm gonna major in in college. I figure I've still got two years to decide." Obi-Wan shifted in his seat as Ahsoka continued talking. "I probably couldn't afford to do college right away anyway."

Trying to find a good point to segway on, he decided for asking about interests. "Any hobbies you could do? Anakin told me you like cooking."

"I wouldn't do it as a job, but I like it," Ahsoka said, hanging an army jacket as she spoke. "Like I told Anakin, I don't have much for hobbies."

Well that left a dead end. The conversation stopped, only picking up again when Obi-Wan digressed. "How are you settling in?" He asked.

Ahsoka chuckled a little sadly as she hung a marron dress on a hanger. "I haven't had long to figure it out. I don't think it's really hit me quite yet, the whole situation." She stopped to look at him, worry etched in her features. "You know... What happened?" Obi-Wan nodded.

"The short version at least. You don't have to tell me anything if you wouldn't like to, I understand it might feel like that." He seemed to be referencing his own experiences with Anakin, although she didn't know that yet, not catching the signs of his own former traumas. She only nodded with a smile as sufficient thanks.

"I never asked, what class do you teach?" She asked, hoping to change the subject. "I've seen you around the school but I've never had you as a teacher."

"Ah yes, a big city school will do that. I teach English two," He responded.

Ahsoka laughed. "And that would be why I've never had you, I suck at English and avoid it at all costs." She sat down on the bed after hanging the last thing. Obi-Wan seemed to be debating asking something else. Something he looked to be afraid of offending her with. "Do you have a question?"

He looked up to her in slight shock, eventually nodding. "I wanted to ask where you're from originally? I could hear your accent." Of course, the English teacher could hear her accent.

She smiled, sorting through a few framed photos in her bag she was grateful hadn't been crushed. She handed one to Obi-Wan of her at about twelve or thirteen. "Brazil. I was born there, my parents and I moved up to the states when I was four. I grew up with both English and Portuguese so the accent comes through once in a while." He handed the photo back and she looked at it herself. She remembered the day well, her mother had taken her out for ice cream as late birthday present. There was mint chip smeared on her face when her mother had taken the photo.

Obi-Wan continued only after she set the photo down on the nightstand. "Can you still speak Portuguese?" He asked.

"I haven't in a while, but I probably could, ya." At her words there was a knock on the doorframe, with Anakin peeking his head inside.

"Can I come in?" He asked respectfully. She nodded and he sat on the floor in front of her. "Unpacking?" Ahsoka nodded.

When silence fell Obi-Wan felt in necessary to fill Anakin in about their conversation. "Ahsoka was telling me she'd originally from Brazil."

"I thought I heard an accent." Anakin shifted to lean on his hands as she sat. Ahsoka furrowed her brow.

"Wait, you can hear that?"

He chuckled. "Living with this one makes it hard not to notice those things." He gestured towards Obi-Wan who mocked offense. "So do you speak another language, or what?"

"Portuguese," She answered, despite the pang of offense she took at not knowing what language Brazilians spoke.

"I've never heard Portuguese," Anakin hinted. She sighed, picking up another photo and adding it to her nightstand next to the first. This one of her and Barriss when they were about eight.

"Suponho que isso significa que você quer ouvir?" She said, stumbling over a few words. The language felt foreign to her; after her mother died it was all but torture if she spoke it around her father. He didn't grow up with it, only learning it when him and her mother met, and just the sound of Portuguese seemed to make steam come out of his ears.

Anakin gave her a half grin. "It's a beautiful language."

She nodded, remembering what little snippets she could of Brazil. The little apartment her mother could barely afford on her salary, a park down the street, all the smiles she used to get from her father... She recalled a time when he used to spin her around in circles above his head, making her squeal in excitement every time he did it. When he would tickle her until her throat hurt from laughing, and call her his "pouca Maria," or "little Maria," since she looked so much like her mother in every way. Even the way she held herself felt like Maria. Maybe that was why he hurt her after she died, every time he saw his little girl she was no longer Ahsoka, but his late wife staring back at him, haunting him until the day he died.

Before she could dive deeper into her thoughts, Obi-Wan interrupted. "Ahsoka dear, are you alright?" Realizing she hadn't responded to whatever he said she turned her head to face him, coming up with a believable excuse.

"Ya, ya sorry, I just got lost in thought. Did you say something?"

He looked a little concerned but continued anyway. "I was asking if you knew any other languages."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Only a little bit of Spanish, since the two languages are similar." Pulling out the last things from her duffel bag (the remainder of her makeup, her mother's laptop that she'd claimed as her own, and various charging cords), Ahsoka put them in their places on or in the desk as she continued speaking. "What about you two? Any other languages?"

Obi-Wan pointed to Anakin. "Not me, but Anakin speaks Arabic." The man in question seemed to shrink in on himself a little but nodded.

"Ya, I grew up speaking both, like you. I lived in Saudi Arabia."

She smiled, happy to know another bilingual. She'd never met any others in America who could say they were fluent (and not be lying). "You'll have to teach me some," She replied. "Maybe I'll teach you a little Portuguese."

He smiled. "Sounds like a plan, Snips."

Ahsoka scoffed as she threw the two empty duffels in the closet. "So we're still doing that?" He nodded as the two of them laughed, Obi-Wan just overall confused.

She could get used to having two older brothers.