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Plan A, suggested by Ahsoka, was cliche but simple. Invite the three of them to a diner at the same time.
It didn’t exactly work. Much to the frustration of the matchmakers, Dooku, Obi-Wan and Anakin just sat around in the restaurant enjoying food.
Plan B, drawn up by Qui-Gon, was almost dismissed by the older two Knights, Jocasta and Sifo-Dyas due to its boldness. It involved a room, Force inhibitors, a single bed and locking the three vict—matchees in the room with the Force inhibitors for the night.
It still didn’t work. They just slept there. No intimate and romantic moment nor revealing talk that took place in the night.
(Unknown to Jocasta, Sifo-Dyas, Qui-Gon and Ahsoka, Obi-Wan does know how to tell when a camera is viewing them. Following the agreement to not do anything regarding their current relationship when there is even the slightest chance of it being revealed to the public in a way that is not on their terms, the three of them never engaged in what they would have done
Plan C was much more intricate and subtle, having been made up by Jocasta. Obtaining items of romantic and courting nature, they placed various gifts around to the places where they were most found. Where Obi-Wan was, they placed food and flowers. Where Anakin and Dooku were, they left traditional Stewjoni fabric gifts that could only point to one person.
Still nothing.
(The three of them were in the midst of a private courting where they gave their gifts personally. They were confused on why there were courting gifts addressed to them in their partner’s writing in public.)
“Why isn’t anything working?” Ahsoka asked, a slight frown on her face. “They should have gotten together already!”
“Maybe they are more oblivious than we thought,” Qui-Gon voiced out.
“I highly doubt it, young one,” Jocasta replied, shaking her head. “Despite how they act, they are very good at observing and putting the pieces together.”
Sifo-Dyas stared at the three of them before sighing and leaving his seat in the refectory. The Knight approached the three beings in question, who were having a conversation among themselves, taking full advantage of the rather empty state of the hall.
“Hey, my friends!” Sifo-Dyas called out, getting the attention of the three men in their seats.
“I am going to be very direct and succinct here and ask the question that Jocasta and I have been asking,” Sifo-Dyas continued, prompting the interest of Dooku, Obi-Wan and Anakin.
“Are all of you in a relationship yet?”
Jocasta buried her head into her palms and let out a mortified groan. Qui-Gon covered his eyes with his hand as Ahsoka stared at Sifo-Dyas with an expression of shock, awe and embarrassment. The man still stood like nothing was wrong in the galaxy as the three he had just questioned looked at him with blank expressions, occasionally turning to each other or glancing at the people sitting behind Sifo-Dyas.
“We’re in a relationship,” Dooku, Obi-Wan and Anakin declared simultaneously before the auburn haired man added, “We would rather like you and the rest to keep it secret for now until we would like to make it public ourselves.”
Sifo-Dyas was so damn smug as he heard the dismayed sounding cries Jocasta made and the exclamations made by the Padawans.