It is a time of turmoil in the Galactic Republic. The taxation of trade routes to outlying systems is under dispute.
The powerful Trade Federation uses their private armies to enforce their extortionate tariffs, placing systems that do not submit under military blockade. Deep in the Core, the Senate endlessly debates the legality of such measures, though this is cold comfort to the suffering people of the Outer Rim.
In secret, the Supreme Chancellor dispatches teams of Jedi Knights, guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy, to troubled areas in order to settle the matter directly. In many of these places, this is the first time a Jedi has been seen in generations. Following their negotiations, some choose to remain on assignment for a time, dealing with other problems that have come to their attention...
She giggles and runs off to explore her bedroom (and return Elesse's rug).
The lights are auto-set to low; there's a panel by the door where she can change that. The rug is in the middle of the floor taking up the space where the desk chair (currently stacked on top of the bed) should be. As just hinted, there is also a bed and a desk. The bed, in addition to the chair, has a full set of sheets, and the desk has a datapad charging station that will nicely fit the datapad she got from the commissary. There is a wardrobe suitable for storing her new clothes, and a small bedside table suitable for storing the sort of knickknacks or mementos she does not currently have any of.
She drops her clothes on the bed and her datapad on the desk so she can roll up the rug, then unstacks the desk chair, puts clothes away, and goes to return the rug to Elesse.
"Thank you. Does the room meet with your approval?"
"The bed's soft enough, and the lights aren't bad or anything. It's a nice room."
"I'm glad you're satisfied. I'd hate to have to move."
" - Would you move, if I wasn't?"
"Your comfort is worth more than the inconvenience of relearning which door to come back to after meals."
She nods, slowly. "Thanks."
"Speaking of which, it's Cifanti chili night in the cafeteria."
"Haven't had that before!" She bounces a bit.
"Then let us go."
Off, to food! Anakin matches her walking speed to Elesse's, mostly, still looking around at everything.
As long as she doesn't get lost.
The chili is traditionally served over thick chunks of bread, and eaten as a sort of open-face sandwich. Elesse has two slices' worth.
Anakin has three, and peppers the meal with questions about the things she read while Elesse was talking to the Council.
Elesse has answers. She's quite well-versed in a variety of topics, it seems.
"How'd you become a Jedi?" she asks, eventually, having been mostly asking about Jedi history, and having already started making a few connections between the overviews and biographies she read.
"A Jedi is all I've ever been. I was brought into the Order at a very young age."
"Huh. How'd you become a Master, then?"
"Long years of practice and study. And I solved an ancient mystery or two."
She giggles. "Is everything practicing and studying?"
"If you look at life in the correct frame of mind, everything you do is practice for what will come in the future."
"What about doing things just 'cause it's now and they're here, though?"