"You can't be serious," Ahsoka says, staring with horror at the two single beds crammed side-by-side into Anakin's room, which barely has space for one bed.

Anakin huffs, crossing his arms with a shrug and a pointed look her way, and says, "It's either this or you sleep on the sofa. It's not my fault that Yoda didn't give me advance notice I was getting a padawan, and unless you want to be the one to submit a room reassignment request and pack all of your stuff and all of my stuff and move it before we have to ship out again in two days —"

"Fine! Fine, whatever, but if you snore, I won't be responsible for what I do in the middle of the night to make you shut up."