Anakin swept their empty ice cream containers into the trash with an idle gesture. "Master Obi-Wan seems like that kind of person." He--she, they, whatever--had a strange habit of long-term planning, from what Anakin remembered of Uncle Luke's lectures. He would tell lies and call them the truth, "from a certain point of view." Presumably this was because his uncle wouldn't have fought Vader if he'd known who he really was, but Anakin had never thought to ask.
"How long have you been learning from--wait, Sky Guy? Can I look forward to you calling me Solo Fellow?" Anakin cocked his eyebrow. Then he cocked it again, because up til then he had never been the type of person who could raise one eyebrow at a time.