I've been bad (slaps hand) for not responding to prior posts, which I've enjoyed immensely. Yan was suitably astonished. It was not every day that he met with a former associate, no matter how close, and was set upon by hugging Padawans. Nor was it particularly Jedi-like. He raised his gaze to meet Qui-Gon?s, his eyes wide with shock. Qui-Gon was fighting hard, trying desperately not to laugh, or even allow the barest twitch of a smile, but it was a battle as good as lost ? Yan had already detected it. He gave the younger Master a look that clearly said, I will deal with you later. Then he looked down at Obi-Wan again. Force, he?s got a grip like a vice! He tried a polite cough and a stern, cocked eyebrow, but this was not enough to detach the young one. He looked at Qui-Gon, this time outright glaring. Qui-Gon glared back, then folded his arms into his sleeves, lifted his bearded chin and examined the ceiling to his right, a bit of his long hair falling over his left shoulder. Dooku furrowed his brow, studying the Padawan. Perhaps there might be some sort of release mechanism? An escape? He focused into the Force. The Force told him there was none. Qui-Gon smiled at his former Master, ever so pleased with himself. ?I think he likes you.? At first I thought it was a set-up, but no, just a slightly drunken padawan. I just loved this!