"Alright," Obi-Wan announced, stopping dead in his tracks in the middle of the forest, "We'll camp here for the night."

He set the bags down at his feet before beginning to unpack the necessities.

"Well, first things first. Where's the tent?"

Anakin, who still stood behind him, made a line in the dirt absentmindedly with the toe of his booted foot, evidently attempting to be inconspicuous.

Shaking his head in disapproval, a groan escaped Obi-Wan's lips, "You didn't bring the tent?!"

"Well, you see, I thought you brought it, Master," Anakin grinned at him sheepishly in response.

"And why in the blazes am I in charge of carrying the tent when I'm the one carrying almost everything else?"

"Hey! I'm carrying the food."

"Yes, which you've already half-eaten!" Obi-Wan pointed out to his apprentice before calming down slightly, "Fine. We are down one tent. We'll just have to make the best of a bad situation you've caused...again. Do something useful by collecting wood for the fire."

Rolling his eyes once his master's back was turned, Anakin trudged off into the dark recesses of the woods to do as he bid him. As he walked, the shadows seemed to jump out at him from every corner...or perhaps that was only in his mind. He was no longer a child, it was true, but the thought of being alone out here in the darkened expanse of trees was...not pleasant.

Just then, the sight of a nuna chewing on emerald blades of grass, its feelers hanging down on either side of its head caught his eye. Anakin couldn't help but grin as a mischievous idea began to sprout in his head like a weed. Oh, this would be fun...

Several minutes later, Anakin found himself attempting to contain his laughter as he and his master readied for sleep. But it wasn't until they had bedded down for the night, Anakin in his wool-spun cloak and Obi-Wan in his special Jedi-approved sleeping bag (yes, he insisted on buying this from the Temple's gift shop) when a shriek of surprise erupted from the opposite side of their encampment.

Anakin bolted upright to witness Master Obi-Wan jumping around like his tunic was on fire, his sock-clad feet dancing all around the forest floor as a tiny nuna was clamped down tight on his tushie. A chorus of hysterical laughter erupted from Anakin's side of the clearing to which Obi-Wan shot him a furious glare when he finally managed to pry the nuna off of himself.

With hands on hips and a stern look directed at his apprentice, he reprimanded, "That was not an appropriate thing to do to one's master, Anakin. You should respect me more than this!"

By now, Anakin was holding his sides from laughing too much. Several moments passed with Obi-Wan impatiently waiting on the sidelines as finally, his laughter died away enough for him to reply.

"I'm sorry, Master, it's impossible to take you seriously in those socks..." he laughed again, eyeing the tiny, grinning cartoon ewoks stitched into the material.

"I'll have you know these were a gift from Master Yoda himself!" Obi-Wan shot back, not at all improving his case.

"-besides," Anakin continued, choosing to ignore this open invitation to an insult, "it is your birthday and all..."

Obi-Wan only rolled his eyes in response, "I've never understood why everyone pranks me on my birthday. I talked it over with Master Windu and it seems not to be a common occurrence among the Jedi as far as birthday traditions go..."

"You're forgetting you chose the day, remember? We all do as Jedi since we have no knowledge of the day we were truly born,"

"Yes, but what is wrong with the first of April?"

Anakin bit back a smile and shrugged his shoulders innocently, "I don't know, Master. Everyone just picks on you, I guess."

Obi-Wan sighed tiredly before settling back into his sleeping bag, "It just seems to be my lot in life, my very young apprentice."

This time, Anakin did smile in the darkness.

"I suppose you'll just have to bear it then."