[ As she glances back at her staff, Obi-Wan goes about lifting the kettle from the smoldering flame to pour first for her then for himself. He makes no effort to point out the flush that's warmed her expression, lovely as it is, and turns to the topic at hand. ]

Yes, he was raised at the Temple as well, though I knew his Master better than I knew him.

[ He waits to take his first sip, watching Lucretia for her take on his incredibly rustic tea. The chief taste seems to be floral, ascribed likely to the little blue petals floating in the cup. ]

There are three of us here as far as I can tell. The third is Anakin Skywalker, my former Padawan learner.