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I'll take partial blame. You? You worry too much, my old Master. That's how you get greys.

[ he suppresses a chuckles and rubs his temples, closing his eyes for a moment. ]

But there's no war here. Who knows, the greys might retreat.

[ he gives her calf another squeeze and gently sets it down, slipping her way too high heel back on. but he's not done with her yet. there's an opportunity here. and there's no longer a need to keep their boundaries and share only secret looks, well hidden touches. they're married and in love.

he leans over her seat, hands on the arm rests. he mirrors her smirk before leaning down the rest of the way and kiss her. ]

[ he eyes the heels skeptically. but even as tired as he is, he is admittedly bored out of his mind. ]

I'd take you up on that but I don't think we have the same shoe size.

[ he leans back in the seat and spreads a hand over the ballroom out there. ]

So you're used to this?

I can't remember all the men I've lost under my command.

[ he was expecting a lecture after that, something about attachment to those who have died. he can't help it; jabiim makes him feel like a padawan again. ]

You were on the list for a while.

[ He holds a hand and a wry chuckle. ]

No, no. I'm fine. Thank you. I just want to make sure you're not going to get sick from all of it.

[ Well, maybe he will have one of those sausage things. ]

I take it you don't like the food our ship provides.

[ His sure steps stops abruptly and he pulls back. ]

[ A scoff ]

I was thinking of something like - "POLLUTION. DON'T DO IT"

OBI-WAN

PADME

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ALISTAIR

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