Anakin rubbed the bridge of his nose—which he probably got that from Obi-Wan, and curse that man for putting him up to this.
"Skyguy?"
He blinked. "Yeah?"
"Did you… need to tell me something?"
"Um. Yes." He cleared his throat. "So, you're… getting older."
She tilted her head at him, so innocently confused… dear Force, he couldn't do this.
He sighed. "So, uh… Padmé invited us to her house for dinner. And I thought maybe you could try flying." Yes. Smooth recovery.
Ahsoka beamed. "Really?"
"Yeah." He smiled back, patting her head. Now he just had to call Padmé…