After going back to sleep for an hour, Anakin finally roused himself from bed. He ran a hand through his unruly hair while stifling a yawn. He jumped when he looked up to see a heavyset woman standing in front of him.

"Good morning," she said cheerily. Anakin just stared at her.

"Forgive me dear, I've been cooking all morning, and it's nice to find an excuse to stop. Mandy tells me that you're name is Anakin. My name is Lensa. Welcome to our home," she said shaking his hand. Anakin was dismayed to see that this woman was nearly as giddy as her daughter.

"Thank you for welcoming me into your home so readily," Anakin said politely. Lensa grinned even wider.

"It was our pleasure! Why, when we saw you lying in that snow bank, my heart just went out to you." She peered at him closely.

"Just how old are you Anakin? You must have been over the legal limit to have been out cold for so long," she asked him curiously.

Anakin swallowed hard. "I am twenty two," he lied. "My identification card must have been stolen from me." Lensa seemed to accept this and continued with her chores.

"You know Anakin, Mandy has only known you for about fourteen hours know, and she already thinks the world of you." Anakin felt his stomach becoming queasy.

"She's a lovely girl," he said, hoping to end the conversation there. But unfortunately for him, Lensa did not take the hint.

'She is. But she is a little loose with the lads," she said with a wink towards Anakin. She sighed as she continued her tale. "Two years ago she had her heart broken. Yet she still pines after them like there's no tomorrow." She paused, looking towards Anakin once more.

"You might be good for her. You're handsome, polite, everything a girl like Mandy needs. You might just keep her grounded."

Anakin couldn't help but feel ill. Mandy was a sweet girl, but he had just met her, and now her mother was talking about love? Besides, his heart still belonged to Padmè, even if he didn't admit it out loud. He cleared his throat.

"Thank you so much Mrs.…?"

"Bubulsa," Lensa supplied.

"Bubulsa," Anakin repeated. "But I should really get going. I have a job, and my boss doesn't like tardiness." He felt bad seeing the crestfallen look on Lensa's face, so he added, "I guess I could come back later this evening," he said. Lensa burst into a grin.

"Of course my boy!" She said hugging him. "Nothing would please us more than seeing you once again."

Having pried himself from Lensa's vice-like grip, Anakin ran from the small house. Force, those people are crazy! He thought to himself. His headache had managed to dwindle, so he made his way to the shop. Bunda looked pleased to see him.

"Anakin! How nice to see you again," he said in a jolly manner. Chula stood at his side.

"We were worried about you, after the way you ran off last night," she said. Anakin looked at her warily.

"I'm fine Chula, but thank you," he said. Chula smiled at him.

"Just make sure it doesn't happen too often," she said, playfully ruffling his hair. "I worry about you, you know. I know you're a man, but I can't help but feel motherly towards you ." Anakin smiled at her. It was nice to have a mother like figure in his life, after so long without one. Chula smiled at her husband and Anakin, before excusing herself into the back of the shop. Bunda smiled lovingly at his wife's retreating back.

"Son, I hope that someday you can know the type of love that I feel for Chula," He said with a sigh. Anakin felt his heart beginning to crumble again. I already do, he thought sadly.