[She had two large mugs of tea, carefully nudging the door open with a hip, and closing it completely as she came in. Obi-wan, please. Seated by a window and this sad looking? This must really be bad.]

[She handed him the tea and moved to settle on her knees and shins near by, seated on the floor, a hand reaching out to pluck a few mushrooms.]

Anytime. I noticed the abnormal amount of mushrooms and thought something must be up. I'm thinking of trying to make a wild mushroom and rice soup later.

[She said it with a small smile, as if to bring a bit of light to the room.]