"Hello, Master Kenobi. I hope I'm not disturbing you, I was wondering if perhaps you would care to join me for a drink?" Plo beamed as much as a Kel-Dor could with a mask, but his Force signature danced with perhaps an impish excitement. He wasn't exactly suggesting tea, but it was always an option
( @104th-plo-koon hello! *Wave*)
Obi-Wan glanced up from the datapad he was looking over. The reports from the front line were concerning: they were always concerning. Upon seeing his friend, the line between his eyes smoothed, and a genuine smile graced his face.
Uncommon was it for the Jedi Masters to be around each other in downtime. The war didn't allow for such luxuries; Obi-Wan just managed to be on leave after being slightly injured. The Kel-Dor must be on leave for rotation. Either way, the ginger couldn't help but be grateful for his injury in that moment.
"Absolutely, Master Koon. I had no idea you were around. I would have said hello," he apologized. Standing up from the bench in the courtyard of the Temple, he gave a polite bow. "Is there anywhere in particular you had in mind?"