[The bottle still gets met with a look of surprise, partly because it's not something he expected (even if he is old enough for it now), but partly because of what it means. A smile flickers onto his face, touched by the gesture (and maybe sheepishly amused that Qui-Gon remembered his attempts to convince him that he was old enough for this.)
Even as he opens his mouth to say something, though, his hand clutching the bag notices something else. Small and hard, definitely not fabric - Ezra's expression shifts to puzzlement as he sets the bottle aside so he can upend the bag above an open hand.
And there it is. Innocent green glints up at him, and Ezra stills as he registers what it is. Except it's still a mystery, because even though he knows what a bead is, he's never been given one before, and it doesn't dawn on him. But he knows Qui-Gon isn't one to give things without meaning. Whatever this is, it means something. Something more than even a drink for coming of age. Something flutters in his chest as he looks up at Qui-Gon.]
Master Jinn, what...?
[He doesn't know why, but he wants to hold his breath.]
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Date: 2019-01-21 03:39 am (UTC)Even as he opens his mouth to say something, though, his hand clutching the bag notices something else. Small and hard, definitely not fabric - Ezra's expression shifts to puzzlement as he sets the bottle aside so he can upend the bag above an open hand.
And there it is. Innocent green glints up at him, and Ezra stills as he registers what it is. Except it's still a mystery, because even though he knows what a bead is, he's never been given one before, and it doesn't dawn on him. But he knows Qui-Gon isn't one to give things without meaning. Whatever this is, it means something. Something more than even a drink for coming of age. Something flutters in his chest as he looks up at Qui-Gon.]
Master Jinn, what...?
[He doesn't know why, but he wants to hold his breath.]