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The cabin that had been set up years before to accommodate Shmi, Padmé, and later Obi-Wan during their usual meetings to complain and talk exasperatedly about the idiot of their family was full again. This time, new members had settled into the living room, gathered once again with a new common goal: to complain about the new idiot of their family.
The people in the room revealed varying degrees of irritation and concern, Obi-Wan sighed for the thousandth time as he took another sip of tea — one of the wonders he had not expected to continue to experience after he died. Ahsoka, next to the old man, pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration as she stared at the starry landscape stretching infinitely beyond the window.
“I knew it, I knew it!” It was Owen who decided to break the sharp silence. Turning to Bail, he continued in a reproachful tone, “That Ben has always been a troublemaker.”
The former senator crossed his arms and retorted, “Don’t even look at me, he got that from Anakin’s side of the family.”
Upon hearing the accusation, Anakin turned around indignantly and prepared to object, but was stopped by a kick from his wife. After making sure her husband wouldn't get into trouble, while Breha did the same from her side, she replied sympathetically, “He’s just confused and being manipulated.”
Obi-Wan placed his “best master ever” mug — a rather cheesy fruit of his old padawan’s many apologies, but one that pleased him nonetheless — on the window and interjected himself into the discussion. “But if he keeps this up, tragedy will befall the family. Luke and Leia will fall from grace and everything we’ve built will be disintegrated.”
“And they’ll lose the Jedi Order again,” Ahsoka added.
“My son never gave me that trouble! He was always content to be a farmer,” Cliegg complained indignantly. Shmi cleared her throat and glared at her husband, silencing any further complaints from the man.
“Well, the whole family can’t work as moisture farmers,” Anakin retorted sarcastically.
“No, your grandson had to fall to the dark side!” Owen shouted in exasperation.
“That’s unfair!” Anakin exclaimed irritably.
In an instant, the once-quiet living room was transformed into a shouting mess, each wanting to add their own observations about their rebellious descendant. The discussion, however, was interrupted by the ringing of a doorbell.
They stared at each other in confusion, neither of them expecting anyone at the moment. Beru, closest to the door, volunteered to answer it. Outside, the expressions of Masters Qui-Gon, Yoda and Windu were a perfect reflection of everyone else’s when they arrived at the cabin.
Padmé and Breha exchanged a tired look; it was going to be a long day.