AL: Community Services (Jun-06)
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master_obiwanTitle: Community Services
Prompt: 005. Cookies
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 663
Rating: G
Warnings Uhhh, inconsiderate Jedi Master, ahoy?
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan tries his hands at a bit of baking.
Author's Notes: Despite all the fic out there detailing Obi-Wan's culinary prowess and, indeed, all the jokes to the contrary, I maintain that the only thing Obi-Wan was ever really any good at without trying (besides berries and cream, Ana!) was choco-chip cookies. So, when this prompt came up, I thought it would be prudent to write about the origins of the Temple Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies™.
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Community Day was a day when all the older Initiates and the junior Padawans that were on-planet came together to provide services for the less fortunate on Coruscant. Each year they broke into groups to tackle the neediest sectors of the planet. They would visit with their assigned community and discern the needs for the people; then they would head out and either raise the funds necessary or ask for donations of material goods and services. This year was a special year, as nearly all the Master-Padawan teams had been recalled, save for those that were in critical negotiations and situations. It would be a huge turn out, and more than the usual number of communities would be helped.
Obi-Wan's friends had all made different teams this year, but that was okay. His team managed to draw the Lower-City Med-Centre, which meant that they would get to procure the hospital with all sorts of fun stuff for the kids. They had just returned from the assessment portion of their service, and had dispersed to collect their items. Obi-Wan headed down to the mess hall kitchens, tapping a datapad on the palm of his hand. He had something special in mind, and he was delighted to find out that all the patients in the Med-Centre would be able to enjoy his treat.
He smiled at the Master on duty in the kitchens, and jumped into his request...
***
hours later
****
Everyone walking through the Temple was breathing deeply as they took their time. No one wanted to get to their destination, for that would mean leaving the halls and the wonderful smells permeating them. The whispers wafted through the halls as thickly as the scent of baking cookies did, as everyone speculated on what was going on. Of course, as the sightings were made, the news spread quickly. Obi-Wan was carting plates and plates of yummy chocolate chip cookies to the front entrance, whereupon they were carefully loaded into the back of a repulsor-lift truck.
He was on his last load of cookies when it happened. Qui-Gon fell into step with him, giving his Padawan a curious glance.
"What have you got there, Padawan?"
"My contribution to the Lower-City Med-Center, Master. I baked them myself." Obi-Wan beamed.
"Really? Well, we can't have those going to the Med-Center without being tested first, now can we?" The elder Jedi said, stopping his young Padawan.
"But Master, I have all the permissions right here..." He dug out the datapad from an inside pocket, but wasn't fast enough. By the time he extended it to his Master, Qui-Gon already had a half-eaten cookie in his hand. The Master's eyes were closed and a look of pure rapture was on his face. Obi-Wan was vaguely aware of his jaw dropping open as he froze, hand still out-stretched with the datapad between his fingers. "M-master! Those are for the children!"
The scene was drawing attention by this point, and soon, others were taking cookies off the top platter. Obi-Wan just blinked, incredulous. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Once the last cookie disappeared from the plate, Obi-Wan used the Force to push everyone back two feet and he pushed through the crowd.
"Should be ashamed of themselves," he muttered, as he resolutely guarded the rest of his cargo to the front doors. With a sigh, he loaded what remained of the last batch onto the truck, and then turned as he heard the clacking of Yoda's gimer stick behind him. Obi-Wan bowed. "Master Yoda."
"Young Obi-Wan. Sorry I am, about the loss of your cookies."
"No need to worry, Master, I made more than enough. Really, it was the principle of the thing."
"Indeed." Yoda's head dropped in silent sorrow. "A word I will have with your Master and all those that took them."
"Thank you Master."
"Off you go, young one."
With another bow for the venerated Master, Obi-Wan hopped into the passenger-side of the truck and off it went.
Prompt: 005. Cookies
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 663
Rating: G
Warnings Uhhh, inconsiderate Jedi Master, ahoy?
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan tries his hands at a bit of baking.
Author's Notes: Despite all the fic out there detailing Obi-Wan's culinary prowess and, indeed, all the jokes to the contrary, I maintain that the only thing Obi-Wan was ever really any good at without trying (besides berries and cream, Ana!) was choco-chip cookies. So, when this prompt came up, I thought it would be prudent to write about the origins of the Temple Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies™.
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Community Day was a day when all the older Initiates and the junior Padawans that were on-planet came together to provide services for the less fortunate on Coruscant. Each year they broke into groups to tackle the neediest sectors of the planet. They would visit with their assigned community and discern the needs for the people; then they would head out and either raise the funds necessary or ask for donations of material goods and services. This year was a special year, as nearly all the Master-Padawan teams had been recalled, save for those that were in critical negotiations and situations. It would be a huge turn out, and more than the usual number of communities would be helped.
Obi-Wan's friends had all made different teams this year, but that was okay. His team managed to draw the Lower-City Med-Centre, which meant that they would get to procure the hospital with all sorts of fun stuff for the kids. They had just returned from the assessment portion of their service, and had dispersed to collect their items. Obi-Wan headed down to the mess hall kitchens, tapping a datapad on the palm of his hand. He had something special in mind, and he was delighted to find out that all the patients in the Med-Centre would be able to enjoy his treat.
He smiled at the Master on duty in the kitchens, and jumped into his request...
***
hours later
****
Everyone walking through the Temple was breathing deeply as they took their time. No one wanted to get to their destination, for that would mean leaving the halls and the wonderful smells permeating them. The whispers wafted through the halls as thickly as the scent of baking cookies did, as everyone speculated on what was going on. Of course, as the sightings were made, the news spread quickly. Obi-Wan was carting plates and plates of yummy chocolate chip cookies to the front entrance, whereupon they were carefully loaded into the back of a repulsor-lift truck.
He was on his last load of cookies when it happened. Qui-Gon fell into step with him, giving his Padawan a curious glance.
"What have you got there, Padawan?"
"My contribution to the Lower-City Med-Center, Master. I baked them myself." Obi-Wan beamed.
"Really? Well, we can't have those going to the Med-Center without being tested first, now can we?" The elder Jedi said, stopping his young Padawan.
"But Master, I have all the permissions right here..." He dug out the datapad from an inside pocket, but wasn't fast enough. By the time he extended it to his Master, Qui-Gon already had a half-eaten cookie in his hand. The Master's eyes were closed and a look of pure rapture was on his face. Obi-Wan was vaguely aware of his jaw dropping open as he froze, hand still out-stretched with the datapad between his fingers. "M-master! Those are for the children!"
The scene was drawing attention by this point, and soon, others were taking cookies off the top platter. Obi-Wan just blinked, incredulous. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Once the last cookie disappeared from the plate, Obi-Wan used the Force to push everyone back two feet and he pushed through the crowd.
"Should be ashamed of themselves," he muttered, as he resolutely guarded the rest of his cargo to the front doors. With a sigh, he loaded what remained of the last batch onto the truck, and then turned as he heard the clacking of Yoda's gimer stick behind him. Obi-Wan bowed. "Master Yoda."
"Young Obi-Wan. Sorry I am, about the loss of your cookies."
"No need to worry, Master, I made more than enough. Really, it was the principle of the thing."
"Indeed." Yoda's head dropped in silent sorrow. "A word I will have with your Master and all those that took them."
"Thank you Master."
"Off you go, young one."
With another bow for the venerated Master, Obi-Wan hopped into the passenger-side of the truck and off it went.
