#dooku despises machinery for making food and says it doesn't taste right when made with a caf machine

[dapurinthos]

sifo-dyas in the morning: steals the caf and starts poking people.

Master Si sips his second cup of caf slowly, humming a bit. I sit very still and wait. He opens his eyes and takes a long look at me. Then, he reaches over and pushes at my shoulder with one finger. I work my lower jaw around in a tiny circle at the outrage and lock my body into place. His push turns into a long poke but I don't allow him to shift me. He lets out a small noise of curiosity. He may be on his second cup, but the actual caffeine content is slow to replace the blood he claims takes too much of his native Minashee caffeine circulation. He reaches for my shoulder again and this time I grab his finger with both of my hands. He retreats before I can bend his finger back in a really uncomfortable joint-lock. He points at the air and then back at me. “Three means teeth,” I warn. His finger curls back down and he smiles. “You're doing much better than yesterday.” “A test!” “Yes.” “All tests must be stated to be tests.” “Only if the test is academic in nature,” he fires back. “This was medical.”