Her laughter is always wonderful to hear, and a small, pleased smile graces Obi-Wan's face that he could make her sound so carefree. He tightens his arm slightly against his side, to help steady her as she laughs while entering the house.

Looking toward the cozy sitting arrangement, he nods his agreement. "Yes, when it's just the two of us, standing on ceremony seems a bit silly." He glances at her clothes, elegant and refined. "Although I believe you'd be dressed for it, in any case."

Obi-Wan had only drunk broth that morning, too anxious to want anything solid, and at the public reception that was more formality and networking than anything else, he'd stayed away from the rich foods; the smell of the homecooked meal reminded him that he hadn't eaten anything substantial in a while, and while his body could go on, it would really rather not have to forgo nutrients, thank-you-very-much. "It smells amazing. I fear for my waistline even if you don' feed me at every opportunity."