It must have been the idea of the clones, at first. But, the Jedi still got involved, even going as far as using a suppressor to show that they are not cheating. Soon, there were nearly twenty Jedi and over a hundred clones sitting down, ready for the competition.

One selection of food was brought out at a time—each one growing spicier. That was why they thought it was the idea of the clones because no Jedi would suggest that. And the Mandalorian's loved their spice. Their mild is most places hot.

Jedi were beginning to drop out left right and centre. Soon it was down to Mace, Anakin, Yoda and Obi-Wan against nearly one hundred clones.

Each one was getting cheered on, anyone from a particular battalion sat together with the Jedi being the bridge between them. Bets were being waged on when each Jedi would drop out; none believed that they would get into the top five or to the final dish—they were not sure their brothers would get to the last spice.

The numbers started to drop rapidly. Clones down to twenty of the oldest, while Mace dropped out as well, quickly running for something to soothe his throat.

The watching Jedi were beginning to see the Grandmaster's lineage in a new light. All the members that had entered were still going, even when the clones were down to only the commanding officers - the ones mainly trained by the Mandalorian bounty hunters directly.

Anakin was the next to drop, leaving only Rex to represent the 501st. Yoda was afterwards, the trolls cackle silenced after a healthy chilli.

But, the best moment was when the top five were moved to sit in a circle. Obi-Wan, Cody, Ponds, Wolffe, and Rex. Each clones mouths dropping as they saw that there was a Jedi still in the running. And a very smug Jedi at that.

It was coming down to single-digit dishes when both Ponds and Rex dropped out. Each one raspy talking with red faces.

Now the challenges were with chunks of raw chilli, each significantly hotter than the next. Wolffe shook his head, standing as he went to grab a drink. He'd rather have a throat than win this battle.

So it was just one-on-one, Cody vs Obi-Wan. Each rather smug that it was 212th that took it, neither wanted to be bested by the other. So, each took the final dish with determination and sheer stubbornness.

Neither dropped out.

While Cody looked ready to burst into flames, Obi-Wan sat back relaxed, looking around to see it another chilli was coming.

"That's it, sirs," the clone in charge of the kitchen stated, "you've gone through all the different chillies."

"Have you tried the black jar, syrup named nadala?" Obi-Wan asked, "you could soak the hottest chilli in it and then try again and see who wins."

The clone's eyes narrowed as he went and looked for the tub, trying some of the spice for himself. A loud swear rang through the room. "How kriffing hot is that?! Kriffing milk! Someone!"

"It is a Mandalorian chilli sauce called hot," Obi-Wan stated, "let's try it again at who can hold out."

So the chilli was brought back out covered in black. Obi-Wan grinned as Cody looked at the food placed before him with distrust.

"If it turns out inedible, blame your General," Fives stated as he placed both plates down as the average clone busied himself helping the clone who thought his throat on fire.

"You can do half then; I don't mind," Obi-Wan stated.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily," Cody stated through narrowed eyes. He looked down at the bite before sticking his fork in it and eating it. His eyes flung open, watering slightly as he hastily swallowed and shot off to the kitchen.

Obi-Wan waited until Cody had finished eating all the iced milk and came back swearing for when he ate his own. He hummed pleased at the slight burn at the back of his throat before leaning back and asking, "Got any more?"

Every jaw hit the floor and stayed there for the next few minutes.

"What?" Obi-Wan asked, knowing just what was happening, "it has nothing on my favourite food."

"What's your favourite food then?" Anakin asked.

"Ka'ra Manda Salad," Obi-Wan grinned, knowing all clones and anyone that knows the Mandalorians well just had their jaws go through the floor.

"Where?!" Cody exclaimed before coughing, "that is a prized food of the Mandalorians for it being made with the hottest food in the galaxy!"

"They dared me, and I did not back down," Obi-Wan grinned, "and I always ate Mandalorian food when I had the chance before the war. They saw how I did and decided to see what level I could go to and what I liked. They realised I could top them if they continued to get me used to the sweet burn."

"The Mandalorians trained you to eat chillies?" Anakin asked.

"Well, more towards the top delicacies that I could never afford," Obi-Wan shrugged.

"They brought the food?"

"They liked the challenge."

"Did they know that you were a Jedi?"

"They were thrilled in the end and could not care," Obi-Wan stated, "offered me a place in the clan."

"How?" Cody asked, "that takes the clan'alor."

"We often sparred after the different meals; he liked seeing that I had hand-to-hand combat," Obi-Wan shrugged, "eventually got taught to fight in durasteel armour."

"When it comes to Mandalorians," Plo stated, "what have you done?"

Mace butted in before Obi-Wan could answer, "relationship."

"No," Obi-Wan smirked, "many have tried to court me, including multiple clan'alors."

Mace narrowed his eyes. Cody did too.

"I said, no!" Obi-Wan defended, "and they understood that my duty comes first."

"And that made them want you more," Cody sighed. "Then they saw how you interact with children."

"Yeah, many emotions escaped through their shields and beskar," Obi-Wan stated.

"You probably looked like the walking Resol'nare," Cody groaned, "why does trouble always follow you?!"

"It doesn't!"

Cody just looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Obi-Wan blushed, "maybe it does?"

Cody just continued to look.

"Fine!" Obi-Wan finally relented, "it does!"

The room was filled with sniggers and laughter as Cody just smirked at the red Obi-Wan.

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