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It is, perhaps, the most normal thing Obi-Wan finds himself doing now that he's in Darrow. It's Sunday evening, he's dressed in clothes more fitting of a Darrow resident -- the denim trousers he's come to quite like and a plain sweatshirt under his long robe -- and he's wandering the aisles of a grocery store, one of the baskets from the front hooked over his arm as he fills it with food.

For so long they had been on the front lines of a war. Before that, the temple on Coruscant had supplied him with everything he would need, or those housing him and Qui-Gon if they had gone on a mission. Obi-Wan has never really needed to cook for himself, but he's a smart man, resourceful, and he's learned a fair bit in his time here.

That doesn't mean he doesn't also want a frozen pizza every now and again.

What he's not expecting is to turn down another aisle, reading the back of the frozen pizza box, and find himself standing mere feet from Anakin's grandson. He looks up when he senses him, then smiles and puts the pizza box in the basket.

"Ben," he says in greeting. "How are you?"

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Despite the horror of Halloween night in East Hallow, Obi-Wan has been in a rather cheerful mood of late. There are reasons for this, ones he doesn't share with anyone, not out of any particular desire to keep it secret, but because he sees no reason he ought to. Foolish, perhaps, given how long he had waited for Anakin to admit to his relationship with Padmé, but he's doing his best to support them. Not to worry about himself.

But he's in a good mood all the same and though he remains on guard, watchful and ever aware of the world around him, he's also settling into this newfound home of theirs.

It's brought him around to thinking he may need to look into ways to supplement his income, something he's never before needed to concern himself with.

He's out today, trying to work out where to begin. The library has seemed like the right place to start and he's on his way there when he stops at a cafe to buy himself a coffee. He's rarely had coffee as good as the ones from this particular cafe and when he steps back out onto the sidewalk, it's with a rather pleased smile.

Then he continues on his way, walking toward the library at a leisurely pace and while he's adopted a more common attire in general, he still wears his lightsaber on his belt, and his regular clothing are under his billowing robe. He still doesn't quite fit in.

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The weather is turning steadily chillier with each passing day, though Obi-Wan is still warm enough when he drapes his robes over his shoulders. It's a pleasant enough afternoon when he heads out, not with any particular destination in mind, but with the growing understanding that he's going to need to find something to do with himself at some point.

An idea may come to him eventually, but it may not. He's certainly not above asking for help, not when he's well aware this place is unlike any other he's ever been to. There is occasionally call for a Jedi, like there had been the evening in East Hallow, but otherwise, his skills aren't quite as necessary as they had once been.

It doesn't leave him at a loss exactly. He just knows eventually something will have to change.

He's thinking about it today and when he sees a familiar face, clearly mulling something over, Obi-Wan smiles and heads in Dan's direction.

"Hello, there," he says pleasantly when he's near enough.