Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
Obi-Wan ate his churro anxiously, like comfort food for a man in need of comfort. The sticky sugar clung to his beard. Brushing it off sent a flurry of gold in every direction. He harrumphed.
"You may have to, after the ride," he replied. A train full of screaming passengers flew by them and disappeared into a phony rock formation. The line began just to their right. Obi-Wan eyed it like he was watched a bad storm through a window.
No. They'd come here to ride the rides. He was going to ride the rides.
Obi-Wan got on line, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Loras was right behind him, though he was too nervous and, frankly, embarrassed, to say much.