Boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato soup — they might as well be potatoes, for as often as they find themselves eating nothing but that. There's no room for complaint, though, when there are so many around thin from the season, starving in the cold. Almost indefinitely, Kenobi is humble in that regard.
"Thank you," he finally says, somewhere between grateful and tortured. Having a companion, while inconvenient, has certainly kept him from slipping into the clutches of despair. On the other hand, he's finding quite quickly that he's fond of Kobra, and he's not so sure that'll do when they're facing what could potentially be the end.
Obi-Wan rubs his hands together, leaned close to the fire for one moment, allowing himself the barest of mercy against this unrelenting chill.
"We'll have fish for dinner. I'll see to it," he says. It would be their last decent meal before they were expected to see action, and therefore an unceremonious offering. Really, it's all he can do not to say sorry we might die soon.
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"Thank you," he finally says, somewhere between grateful and tortured. Having a companion, while inconvenient, has certainly kept him from slipping into the clutches of despair. On the other hand, he's finding quite quickly that he's fond of Kobra, and he's not so sure that'll do when they're facing what could potentially be the end.
Obi-Wan rubs his hands together, leaned close to the fire for one moment, allowing himself the barest of mercy against this unrelenting chill.
"We'll have fish for dinner. I'll see to it," he says. It would be their last decent meal before they were expected to see action, and therefore an unceremonious offering. Really, it's all he can do not to say sorry we might die soon.