"I don't know. The healer said that I was pregnant."
"But, but..."
"I'm not joking, Master. We're going to have a child."
"What is the Council going to think?"
"The Council doesn't need to know, Master, really. This
is rather embarrassing."
"Oh? How so?"
"Umm, let's just say that it's anatomically impossible, but
it's happening anyway?"
"Oh. Insult to your masculinity, Padawan?"
"Master!"
"Yes?"
"You cracked a joke? Is this possible?"
"Yes, Padawan. Anyhting is possible, apparantly. Did the
healers tell you exactly how this pregnancy was going to
occur?"
"No, Master. They merely gave me an exercise plan, a diet to
follow, and restrictions. We're not likely to be leaving the
Temple in the next nine months, I'm afraid."
"Well, at least there's no mission to put first then. It also
means we'll be assigned to teaching duty while we're here."
"Oh. Damn it!"
"Ah well. More time to ourselves, I suppose?"
"Very true, Master. If you don't mind my stomach enlarging
along the way."
"How very poetic, Padawan. I think it is a wonderful thing,
however previously considered impossible."
"You're not...mad? Upset?"
"Padawan, you are in my mind constantly. You would haev known
it had I been upset. I am merely...surprised."
"As am I."
"Then let us follow this exercise plan?"
"Umm, Master, I don't think that they had that in mind
when they made it up."
"You sure? Look at it. 'Bonding time'."
"Oh. Perhaps the healers are not so prudish as I thought?"
"Not at all, Padawan. They are very perceptive, actually,
however devious their methods."
"Do I see you smirking, Master?"
"That you would, Obi-Wan. Another illusion destroyed?"
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