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[padme_politic]

Padme is in Room 202, knitting. Or, as they called it on her world, 'needle weaving'. Her mother would laugh to see her like this. She had never been the domestic type

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[notasith]

Anakin walks into room 202. He's had another shift out on patrol...the drudgery is, well, getting to be old. I mean...he's not tracking down Dooku and the Separatist, he's just walking in circles, waiting for things to happen. That's no fun!

Anyhow...he walks in and notices Padme...doing something with needles and yarn. Something that he has never really had to observe, at least that he can recall. So, he walks over to Padme and puts an arm around her. "Hello, Padme. What're you doing?"

Oh, yes. And there's a kiss on the cheek, since she's looking at what she's knitting.

[padme_politic]

"Making a scarf for you," she says, blushing a little. "In case you get cold."

She has to take care of him. "There's precious little in the way of Jedi robes on this world. Eventually, they'll wear out."

She's trying to prevent that happening. She likes the robes, after all.

[notasith]

Anakin smiles. "Thank you, dear." It gives him a nice, warm feeling inside to know that he has someone looking out for him like this. "I...thank you."

[padme_politic]

She looks up at him and smiles back. "I can't have you getting sick. Though now that the food supply is better, it's less of a risk now." She'd had a few colds her first few months here, but that hasn't happened in a long time. She moves over on the sofa so he can sit beside her.