[Through it all, Ezra keeps his own hands steady, and his attention trained for any sign from Qui-Gon that he might need to slow or stop to give him a chance to swallow or breathe. The corners of his mouth twitch up, though, at the fond memories Qui-Gon's helping him recall.]

That's your own fault. [He says that with a hint of teasing. It occurs to him that this isn't necessarily a bad thing to talk about. They could both probably do with a lighter mood.] You raised me to try to always be fair, so of course I tried to be fair. You're bigger, so you needed more food.