“All right, all right.” The Jedi Master surrendered with a rueful smile. “You win.” Anakin grinned at him. “I’m sorry? What was that?” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d won an argument with Obi-Wan. “Could you speak up a little?” “It’s not very Jedi to gloat, Anakin.” “I’m not gloating, Master,” he said with a sidelong glance at Palpatine. “I’m just … savoring the moment.”
