[Qui-Gon dips his head in thanks before taking his cup and bringing it to his lips, savoring the blend of leaves before he answers.]
[It's part of why he loved this place so much. They always managed to pick leaves that brought an undercurrent of comfort to whoever consumed them. Qui-Gon suspects they may infuse them with some level of happiness before brewing them, or other emotions as they saw fit.]
Regardless, I'm here to help, Obi-Wan.
[He places his mug down and laces his fingers together.]
no subject
[It's part of why he loved this place so much. They always managed to pick leaves that brought an undercurrent of comfort to whoever consumed them. Qui-Gon suspects they may infuse them with some level of happiness before brewing them, or other emotions as they saw fit.]
Regardless, I'm here to help, Obi-Wan.
[He places his mug down and laces his fingers together.]
Will you allow me to do that much, at least?