“No, Obi, you square this, you don’t multiply it by two.”
“No, it’s a multiplication, not an exponential.”
“Exponent.”
“Multiply!”
“Exponent!”
A dry voice broke into the argument between Obi-Wan and Kat’ri, his current girlfriend. “It doesn’t look to me like you’re studying,” Qui-Gon remarked.
Kat’ri looked up at the Jedi Master in frustration. “Master Jinn, in Trelik’s Law, the mass is squared, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.”
“See, Obi, I told you so,” she remarked smugly.
The two of them were studying – or pretending to – for their upcoming physics test. It wasn’t going well.
“No, see, you carry the four to this side of the equation,” Obi-Wan said, reaching for the snack bowl. He crunched on the vegetable, wincing slightly as he bit his tongue in the process. “Ow.”
Kat’ri rolled her eyes unsympathetically.
He glared at her. “Some Jedi you’ll make with all that compassion.”
She stuck her tongue out.
Qui-Gon glanced up from his reading. He was on the settee going over some documents the Chancellor had sent him.
“Obi-Wan, Kat’ri, I think the two of you might studying more productively if you studied alone.”
“No!” they both cried in unison.
“But, Master,” Obi-Wan pleaded. “Studying alone is boring.”
“Oh, the tragedy,” Qui-Gon said melodramatically. “Besides,” he continued. “You’re hardly getting anything accomplished.”
“We’ve been studying for three hours!” Obi-Wan protested.
“No, you’ve been flirting, arguing, and snacking for three hours. There’s a difference.”
“I hate finals,” Obi-Wan growled softly.
“Me too,” whispered Kat’ri.
/Me three/ thought Qui-Gon.