"Ahem," Softly, but no less stern, the cautionary voice of Obi-Wan Kenobi from the doorway. He brought a pair of trays, goo-loaded and still steaming. It was fairly clear he'd noticed her deep concentration, and that she'd forgotten to eat.

"And to think," Obi-Wan sighed, long-sufferingly, and settled down beside her. His message was clear without speaking; it was time to set aside the tools and break for a meal, "I was once worried you might not have the necessary patience for the construction of such a device. How silly of me."