Conference room 13 had once been a hangar, but the old temple had so many hangars that it got converted into a party hall of sorts. It was after all one of the few rooms in the temple that could have housed almost the entire Order. And then the Jedi started getting battered so much that there weren't many occasions to have a party. So a projector was put up, a bunch of tables and chairs were dragged in, and the party hall became a conference room for whenever a long lost Jedi Master returned and decided to give a lecture and all the padawans in the Temple were forced to attend.
Today though, today conference room 13 was reliving its heydays. The Jedi were on a little bit of roll, winning allies, trolling Sith, and on the whole just having a very good month. Hype had started building, and there was no denying the energy around the temple.
So when news had gone out that the Grandmaster might not be on Yavin, completely unsubstantiated at that, word had started spreading of a celebration, a party even. Most of the kids were somewhere on the other side of the Temple, being chaperoned by Knights and older padawans who were unlucky enough to have drawn the short end of the stick, and almost everyone old and sensible enough to be here seemed to be here. Tahiri herself had no idea how she had ended up here and not on detention duty, but she wasn't going to complain as she chugged happily on the beer she had claimed by virtue of being old enough, and danced along to the retro beats that someone had put on. She had a feeling someone had stolen Master Kaisa's playlist, and she was surprised to find that she was feeling the music.
Who knew the Councilors knew how to party?