Obi-Wan nodded to the crowd ahead of them. “Go and find her.” He started the opposite way. “Where are you going, Master?” “To get a drink,” came the short response. Anakin and Zane blinked in surprise and looked at each other. “You did overdo it,” Zane said, shaking his head as Obi-Wan went to the bar. “Let’s go find that assassin before he gets too many drinks,” Anakin suggested before they separated and began milling through the crowd.
Obi-Wan nodded his head and closed the tin and put it back into his hidden pocket. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Qui-Gon?” Qui-Gon smiled and squeezed Obi-Wan’s hand. “What more can I ask for? I have trained two wonderful padawans, helped you train Anakin, gotten to know your children, and so much more. I am proud of all three of you.” Drowsiness settled upon him once more. “May the Force be with you.” “And with you too, Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan kissed his master’s forehead in farewell and left.