So can you imagine trying to fucking feed Qui-Gon fucking “I’m actually five men and a bear strapped together" Jinn when he was a twiggy teenager? And then when he moved beyond being a twiggy teenager and started trying to fill that frame out? Especially since this is Qui-Gon so equal chances he could probably be distracted from his stomach by a tree if food wasn’t placed directly in front of him. He’s got life to live, dammit, he doesn’t have time to digest.
Like, really. Dooku deserves some serious props.
Which makes me think that at some point Dooku’s having a conversation with another Master who’s bemoaning their own bottomless pit of a teenager and Dooku’s just standing there with the utmost discipline but also clearly increasingly exasperated to anyone who knows him and Qui-Gon, oblivious, wanders up at just that exact moment like a cat deigning to return indoors for your own sake and not because it happens to be snowing outside and Dooku just reaches into his cloak and extracts–I don’t know, a nutrient bar or some shit. Something edible and disgustingly healthy–and hands it off to his Padawan without even looking around.
Then he just returns his hands to their neat fold over the hilt of his cane-saber while Qui-Gon idly inhales the thing in about half a second.
Still staring.
Judging so hard.
Because yeah Qui-Gon’s dietary requirements might be the actual bane of his entire existence but damn if anyone’s gonna see him sweat.