"That's not how she fixes it!" the young Anakin said.

Obi-Wan had been trying all morning to fix breakfast how "Mommy does" and every time it wasn't right. Anakin had said no to yet another beautiful dish Obi-Wan had prepared. He sighed and set the plate on the counter.

"Anakin, I've done exhausted all of the recipes in my cookbook," Obi-Wan sighed, gesturing to his "How to Cook for Jedi-Dummies" book.

Anakin pouted and crossed his arms, "I don't care! I want mommy's cooking! Or I won't eat!"

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes.

"Fine!"

He picked up his comlink.

"Hello? Yes, I would like 2 Jerked Bantha Burgers, 4 pallies, 2 Ruby Bliels, and one Eopie Cream Pie. Yes, yes, that's right. No, I said one Eopie Cream Pie. Okay. Yes, that's right. Thank you." Obi-Wan spoke into it as Anakin watched with questioning eyes.

"What was that about?" Anakin asked, eyebrows arched.

"Oh, I don't know what you're talking about." Obi-Wan played dumb.

Anakin harrumphed, picking up his toy dewback off of the table as he walked back to his room.

30 Minutes Later...

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Obi-Wan jumped up in glee as he went to answer it. He swung the door open to reveal his friend Dexter's WA07 waitress droid, FLO, holding a large brown bag covered in grease. She handed it to him and held out her mechanical hand.

"That'll be 200 credits, honey." she chirped.

Obi-Wan dug around in his pocket and fished out the money, giving it to her.

"Have a great day!" she said over her shoulder as she whizzed off back down the hallways of the Jedi Temple.

Obi-Wan shut the door behind him, carrying the greasy bag to the table in the kitchen.

"Anakin! Time to eat!" Obi-Wan called as he set the food out.

There was a pounding of feet on the carpet and Anakin burst in, his blond Padawan braid flying behind him. His eyes got big once he spotted the food and he plopped down in one of the chairs.

"What's all this?" he asked, grinning up at his master.

"This, my young Padawan, is your lunch. I couldn't make you breakfast but I can do lunch." Obi-Wan beamed.

Anakin smirked at him.

"You ordered it, didn't you?" he asked.

Obi-wan sighed in defeat.

"Look, Anakin, I can't cook alright?" he sighed.

Anakin reached over and patted a small hand on his back.

"It's okay, Obi-Wan. We can't all be the Chosen One who's good at everything." he teased.

Obi-Wan picked up a pallie at chunked it at Anakin's head. Anakin dodged it with his Jedi-reflexes and smirked at Obi-Wan.

And you don't even want to see the food-fight mess that ensued...