Accepting the 'pad, Obi-Wan steals a kiss with a grin, still enjoying the novelty of open, easy affection. Glancing at the options, there's an internal debate over explorers and folktales - if he wants espionage and betrayal on Coruscant, he'll just go talk to the Jedi Council, or interrupt a Senate meeting, thanks - but there's really not much debate, because he remembers meeting the Gungans quite well, and he has to know what their traditional stories are like.

"And what tales shall you select to wile away the afternoon?" Obi-Wan gives her a mildly reproving look. "And no working."