Ed was crouched on the workshop floor, his robe gathered to keep it from getting dirty, focused on the tiny pieces of a young padawan’s astromech droid. His long, precise fingers adjusted a circuit with the same patience he used when fine-tuning his combat lessons.

You, of course, were standing behind him, arms crossed, watching as if you were the master in the room.“If you keep adjusting that piece like that, the core’s going to overheat,” you commented, with the kind of unwavering confidence you used even when you had no idea what you were talking about.

Ed didn’t even look up. “Oh, really?” he asked, his voice soft, almost amused. “And what do you suggest I do, oh great mechanic?”

The padawan who owned the droid glanced between the two of you, confused, as if witnessing more of a verbal duel than a repair session.

Ed let out a short chuckle. “Amazing,” he said. “You know what I just realized? You have no idea what you’re talking about.”