"Dooku, his name is?"
"Yes, Master Yoda." His companion replied in a soft, ageless voice. "His strength in the force is remarkable for one so young."
"Strength in the force, not everything Master Fay."
"Indeed not Master." Fay replied watching the squirming baby in the crib.
"Other, more dangerous abilities this youngling has hmm?" Master Yoda said, eyes twinkling.
Fay frowned slightly, "Dangerous? He's but a babe Master, how could he be dangerous?"
Yoda hummed. "Charming this one will be. His future I sense. Young Dooku, ku-waii he is."
Master Fay's impenetrable calm and absolute Jedi-ness fled her as she facepalmed hard enough to give Darth Vader a headache decades in the future.
The way to the dark-side is littered with puns.