“I’ll be fiiine,” Obi-Wan groused a little but sat down and remained there. Taking the glass of water once it was given to him, he starts dipping at it. Washing the taste of the alcohol out of his mouth.

Sitting there quietly until McCoy comes back, taking the plate with a smile. “You should get a permanent one. It’s lonely living by yourself.” He would know. “I used to do this sort of thing for Jyn all the time.” He enjoyed making meals for her and essentially keeping house. He did some for Albert too but it wasn’t quite the same.