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Padmé Naberrie tiptoed down the corridor of the Naberrie home. She only wanted some blue milk, or some of that drink that she had snuck a sip of at the last Naberrie house party. The parlor was rather loud, with politicians chatting and enjoying refreshments. Padmé crawled under the furniture and around the guests trying to direct herself to the kitchen.
"Padmé!" she heard a voice shriek. Of course, her mother had seen her and was upset at the disruption. Jobal scooped up Padmé in her arms and began to scold her daughter.
"Why," Senator Palpatine said, looking upon the three year old, "Who is this little cherub?"
"Senator-"
Palpatine held his arms out and, rather forcefully, took Padmé in his arms. "What is your name, young one?"
The young child straightened, and looked the senator in the eye. "I am Padmé."
Palpatine smiled and glanced at Jobal. "Why, isn't she just a young politician!"
"Jobal, dear!" Ruwee called, "I need your help in the kitchen!"
"In a moment, dear!" Jobal replied, glancing at Padmé with a troubled expression.
"It's alright Madame Naberrie. I'll hold this young one while you assist your husband," Palpatine told her.
"Thank you Senator," Jobal replied with a smile before scurrying into the kitchen.
Palpatine looked down into the child's deep chocolate brown eyes. A smile spread across his face, a mysterious one that was due only to something that had occurred in his mind. He held the child and squeezed her tight, lost in his thoughts, a bit too tight, Padmé noticed. She gasped in discomfort.
"You're a senator, aren't you?" Padmé asked.
"Why yes, young one, I am." Palpatine replied, a bit surprised at the child's political knowledge.
"Why?"
"Well, there are many privileges as a senator. There is jurisdiction, and the power to enforce justice as it should be."
"I don't think that's why someone should be a senator. Someone should be a senator so they can help people," Padmé said, in a free, childlike manner.
Palpatine scrutinized the child for a moment, and then smiled at her.
"Thank you, Senator. I'll take it from here," said Ruwee, as he entered the parlor and took Padmé into his arms.
"Your daughter, she is quite a charm," Palpatine said, lowering himself so that he was at eye level with Padmé, "I see her being quite a political figure when she is elder."
"Thank you Senator," said Ruwee, taking Padmé into her bedroom.
Palpatine's gaze did not direct away from the child.