Kenobi is trying really hard not to chuckle. It is a Very Strong and Masterful Urge, that is luckily able to overcome, though the humor certainly hasn't left his voice as he shifts his stance subtly to further block said most-certainly-not-a-thief from view with the long length of his own cloak.
He takes his time as he eyes over the wares, and waves the stall owner off with a kind old smile and assurances that he will be 'quite fine, thank you,' when a barrel of said owner's stock suddenly tips over and goes spilling out into the street. He keeps his gaze switching back and forth from the merchandise on the stall table and the owner gathering up his stock, while muttering to himself the way old folks do.
"I don't suppose I'll get a name with my compliments?"
/flip-flops between young and old icons b/c why not
Kenobi is trying really hard not to chuckle. It is a Very Strong and Masterful Urge, that is luckily able to overcome, though the humor certainly hasn't left his voice as he shifts his stance subtly to further block said most-certainly-not-a-thief from view with the long length of his own cloak.
He takes his time as he eyes over the wares, and waves the stall owner off with a kind old smile and assurances that he will be 'quite fine, thank you,' when a barrel of said owner's stock suddenly tips over and goes spilling out into the street. He keeps his gaze switching back and forth from the merchandise on the stall table and the owner gathering up his stock, while muttering to himself the way old folks do.
"I don't suppose I'll get a name with my compliments?"