Ezra has felt very much like that kid, on and off, lately, wondering at times if he's always been fooling himself. The more ties he has, to the way things once were, the more aware he has been that he does not, in many ways, fit the mold of a Knight of the Republic.

But then, he never would been that. Never could be. Shouldn't be.

(Obi-wan had tried so hard to get him to see, really see, as much.)

Ezra laughs, full and bright. "Ok. Yes." Another, softer huff. "Have tea with me, Master. And we can talk about suitable 'nothing fancy' for here, yeah? Any other last bits of advice you just have to get in there," he continues teasing, before adds, more thoughtfully, "While I think about making a call or two."