obi-wan, observing the tooka batting at cody’s belt: cody, have you given any thought to naming our little friend?
cody: yes, sir.
obi-wan: and what did you decide on?
cody: cat.
obi-wan: cat?
cody, nodding: cat.
obi-wan, smiling: well, it’s certainly... straightforward, isn’t it?
cody: is it a bad name?
obi-wan: no, no, of course not, dear.
the cat, having lost interest in cody's belt, watching the two menacingly from atop cody's bucket he had claimed: 👁️👁️
obi-wan, kissing cody's cheek: it.. fits him well.
cody, with heart eyes: mmm, good. because he won't acknowledge anything else.












