"If it's a chocolate fountain, I'm leaving," Matt says seriously, which is to say: not seriously at all.

He shakes his head with a grin.

"Ah, let's see ... we'll start small."

Matt pauses a moment, considering Obi-Wan's face--the space between their bodies. The stars that lie outside. He inhales, gentle and even, and brings his free hand to his lips as if to blow a kiss.

From the spot where his fingers meet his mouth, a small bauble of golden light appears. It drifts to the middle distance between them, while Matt smiles a touch breathlessly.