[ When she arrives, Obi-Wan has set things up insofar as his meagre means will allow. There is no Nubian tea here and really, Obi-Wan wouldn't call this any kind of traditional tea; more like a harvested collection of herbs. But it will do the job. There are a few dishes gathered together, including a tea pot and cups — in good condition, and clearly lifted from his own home making app.
Still standing, Obi-Wan raises his hand over his head and waves her over in clear invitation when she calls out. He waits until she's a little bit closer before answering. Like the first time they met, he is still in his Jedi clothes — though the outfit lacks the robe, leaving him wholly in pale linen. ]
Not at all, I've just set the tea on.
[ And it's clear he has, as the tea pot is propped up over a short, smoldering fire next to the flat are he's selected for them. ]
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Still standing, Obi-Wan raises his hand over his head and waves her over in clear invitation when she calls out. He waits until she's a little bit closer before answering. Like the first time they met, he is still in his Jedi clothes — though the outfit lacks the robe, leaving him wholly in pale linen. ]
Not at all, I've just set the tea on.
[ And it's clear he has, as the tea pot is propped up over a short, smoldering fire next to the flat are he's selected for them. ]
I hope you didn't run into too much trouble.