Author's note: Hi! So this is very small piece inspired by the Clone Wars episode "Slaves of the Republic." I absolutely love the look Anakin and Ahsoka exchange after Ahsoka's rather questionable acting performance. I figured after all the drama was over he'd have to make fun of her. Of course, Obi-Wan had to be included :D

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters

Ahsoka glanced down at her datapad thoughtfully, trying to find a feasible solution to yet another menacing threat to the Republic. She groaned internally. It seemed that the twisty little green troll was right once again. Wars did not make one great; wars made one tired, and hungry, and sad, and aggravated when a certain pair of stubborn masters insisted on bickering like two Toydarians haggling over the price of jogan fruit.

"Come on, Obi-Wan, we've been in the archives for hours! I don't think we're going to figure out the answer to the Arbon crisis by sifting through these dusty 'pads."

"Anakin, we've only been in here for one hour. I should think even your heavily limited supply of patience could endure a bit of reading without whining like a youngling who has had his dessert confiscated."

Anakin glowered at his former master, throwing aside the datapad he had been "reading." "For the record, Master, I didn't 'whine' when you took away my dessert. I was peacefully protesting what I saw as an unfair use of authority to deprive an innocent child of sweets."

Obi-Wan snorted as gracefully as a wise and long-suffering Jedi Master could. "Peacefully? I think I've heard drug lords plead their cases in more civilized manner than you. You do realize that I learned more curses from a year of living with you than in a decade of going on missions to some of the most unsavory places in the galaxy?" Despite his reprimand, Obi-Wan began to put away his datapads as well. "Besides, I was well within my rights to deprive of sweets. I hope I don't need to remind you of the incident involving the deluxe chocolate milkshake you consumed when you were eleven?"

"I was only ten! I didn't know any better!"

"What happened, Master Kenobi?" asked Ahsoka, her interest in her masters' perpetual squabbling peaking.

"Let's just say I spent a long night at the bedside of a very queasy padawan," said an amused Obi-Wan as he glanced at his flustered former pupil. "He had to cut out of his classes early the next morning. Even Master Jocasta Nu believed him when he said he had to leave due to illness."

Ahsoka laughed. "You'd tried to pull one over on Master Nu before that, Skyguy? Jeez, you must've been pretty confident in your acting skills."

Anakin fixed his padawan with a mischievous look. "Well, they were definitely better than some other padawan's skills," he smirked. "But yeah, I was bit of hooligan back then. A brigand, you might even say."

Ahsoka could feel her lekku darkening in embarrassment and she frowned as Anakin began to chuckle. "My acting was just fine!" she snapped. "No one even suspected me until I started waving my lightsaber in their faces!"

"Well yeah, but that was probably because my acting was so convincing," grinned Anakin. "Although to be fair, me and Lars Quell were already pretty alike in some ways. Bold, handsome, and popular with the ladies," he joked.

"Too popular," muttered Obi-Wan as he finished organizing his datapads. "Anyway, Anakin, I'm not quite sure why you are giving your padawan such a hard time. I seem to remember a rather cringe-worthy incident during one of your History of Galactic Theater classes. I don't think I have ever seen Master Nu laugh so hard."

"Ok, old man, I think that's enough flashbacks for one day-"

"No go on, Master Kenobi! What happened?"

"Master, don't you dare!"

"Come, Anakin, if you are allowed to poke fun of your padawan, why can't I?"

"May I ask what is going on here?" All three Jedi whipped around to find an annoyed Master Nu watching them with narrowed eyes. "What could possibly necessitate such loud shouting?"

Obi-wan gave the librarian respectful bow. "I apologize, Master Nu. We were merely reminiscing on some of our experiences in acting. I was just about to relate an informative anecdote concerning a rather less than successful performance in one of your History of Galactic Theater classes."

At this, Master Nu offered a very small smile. "Ah, I suppose you are referring to your rendition of The Politician's Dilemma when you were nine Master Kenobi?" She gave a small laugh as Obi-wan froze; his two young friends turned to face him with anticipation. "Yes, I don't think even Master Skywalker's unfortunate performance quite matched that." She chuckled again. "I'm quite glad you have managed to become such a fine negotiator despite your rather, ah, tenuous beginning in articulation. However, as much as I have enjoyed reminiscing I must ask you to please keep your volume down." With a final nod and chuckle, the librarian moved on to check on a fidgeting group of younglings nearby. As soon as she was out of earshot, Master and Padawan turned to hound the revered Jedi Master.

"Well, Master? Tell us!"

"Please, Master Kenobi?"

Obi-Wan groaned. Even if the war were to end that second, he knew there would be no peace for him unless he confessed. Humility is a virtue, he tried to remind himself as he released his embarrassment into the Force. Perhaps he could get through this without too much blushing.

"Well, you see, it really wasn't my fault the part was so melodramatic…"

AN: Aw poor Obi. Never gets a break does he? I hope you enjoyed it! Please feel free to leave a comment or suggestion!