"Don't jinx it," he warns playfully. "This place is similar enough to Boston, so I wouldn't be surprised if the weather changes were the same, too." When he's close enough, he slings an arm around her. That gray cotton candy spins its way into his ribs and makes him feel floaty. He knows instantly this was the right choice.

He should probably talk to Obi-Wan about the connotation of using people's emotions to feel better. But that's a thought for another time. For now, he breaks the quick half-hug to shrug his coat off. Light as it is, it's still definitely too nice to justify wearing it. And this way, he can lay it down and Rosie can sit on it without getting grass stains on her own clothes.