“It’s An Errand,” I say, pressing forth the indicated capital letters. Master Sha’s tone shifts into amusement. “Did Master Yoda assign you an errand? Or were you merely in the area when the errand was assigned?” Master Sha definitely has my number. “Galactic Basic has no difference in form between the second person singular and the second person plural,” I point out in lieu of an actual answer. It’s Jedi Tradition to twist words, after all. in which An Important Conversation With Yoda is had and a quest for flash-fried (deep-fried) food is begun.

The image resolves to show Master Windu settling back in the field of the holomessage, his shoulders shifting for a moment as he leaves the stern posture of the Head of the Order behind. He presses the tips of his fingers together, and gazes at the video recorder and, thus, Sifo-Dyas, even though it's a recorded message. “Heard you were out getting lunch.” Sifo-Dyas’s thumb hovers over the pause button. “Heard you volunteered to spot the High Council's, Sedawan.” Master Windu continues to stare into the camera for a moment, after using the old term that means both master and teacher, in partnership with padawan, and then grins. His teeth are bright against his dark skin, both easily distinguishable even with the blue tint of holo-tech. Congratulations. The video clicks off. The commlink chimes again, a new image message appearing in the holo-field. This one is mainly text. Sifo-Dyas sputters and then recovers. He holds the commlink out to me. “Here. Can you go give this to Dexter and tell him it's a takeout order?” “Little errand?” “Little errand.” I slide off of the humiliating booster seat, and then off of the booth seat and head over to the counter. Juggling the commlink from hand to hand to keep it from falling, I clamber up onto one of the stools. “No shoes on the stools,” orders Dex. “Not shoes,” I say. “Knees.” I grasp onto the counter with one hand and hold out the holocron in the other. “Please, for takeout.” Dex glances back behind me but I'm using all my focus to keep from falling into the gap between the stool and the countertop so I don't. “It's for the entire High Council. It's very important. I think it's a test for Master.” “Hmph, I've heard about your High Council.” “Why’s Quiggy complaining about them now?” Dex barks out a laugh and slaps his thigh. “Now I know you definitely know Qui-Gon. I wasn't too sure about those other guys,” he says with a wink.

Yan Dooku, Jedi Knight, favoured diplomat of the Order, trained negotiator, flopped down face first on the floor in his formal robes. “You are far better at …peopling, than I am, Sy.” Sifo-Dyas, also of the above, snorted and followed suit, lying down near enough to have an arm overlapping Yan’s back. “Barely.”