"I can't believe they let you teach."

Anakin was in his office catching up on radio broadcasts for the last few days--one of the only disadvantages of living off-island.

The mood he was in would depend on which broadcast you caught him listening to.

And who you were.

The door was open.

Anakin was pretty sure he was the first one awake, given the lack of coffee smells coming from the kitchen (which he fixed immediately, being a good kiss-up houseguest), so he made sure that the gifts he brought with him were stacked under the tree before pouring himself a cup of coffee, stared out the window at the snow, and waiting for the rest of the house to start stirring.

[OOC: For great SP justice!]