"I see."

"You do?" Obi-Wan was bewildered and pleased at the same time.

"Concerned you are about feelings with your Master, yes?" Yoda smiled. "Said this much, you have."

"Oh." Now he was confused again. "But I. . ."

"Exact feelings, you do not have to share if you do not wish, Padawan."

Obi-Wan leaned back and thought for a moment. How could he get advice if he didn't spit out the problem? He sighed and stared at his boots for a long moment.

"I think I'm having serious feelings about my Master," He finally whispered.

"Not sure that you have feelings, or not sure serious they are?"

"It's not appropriate for me to feel this way!" Temper burst out for a moment.

Yoda's ears tipped down but he remained silent.

"I want to tell him but I'm not sure I should." Miserably he waited for Master Yoda to tell him....something.

The old Master stood and tottered his way over to the window. Once there, he began picking through the plants, tugging off a dead leaf here, turning a pot a bit there.

He tapped on a grey cast pot that contained some small spiky plant hardly bigger than the old master's clawed hand. "Plant older than you, it is."

"Master Yoda?" Obi-Wan didn't quite see the point of this, but he was sure that he would be enlightened. Eventually.

"Qui-Gon gave me this. Smaller even then, fewer prickles then too." He cackled softly, "Like your Master."

The Padawan couldn't help but smile back. "I can see where that might be true."

"Patient you must be, Obi-Wan, as I have been patient with this plant. If you want, eventually you will get a bloom." Yoda turned back to the desk, "Provided that Qui-Gon was right and plant is indeed going to bloom someday."

Obi-Wan nodded and got to his feet. He wasn't sure he wanted to be patient anymore, he'd been patient for weeks now. **

Obi goes to talk to Qui-Gon.

Obi-Wan takes Yoda's advice and decides to wait.