So, no Memories chapter today. I haven't abandoned it, I'm just testing the idea of one shots.

"Why do I have to go to a ball?" Ahsoka groaned.

"Ok, first off, it's not a ball, it's a party. And second of all, Obi-Wan dragged me to these when I was a padawan, so I'm dragging you to one too."

"Why would you put someone through something horrible even if you know it's tedious?"

"Because Obi-Wan's gonna rope me in even if I'm not in his custody anymore, and I'd rather have someone to share the humiliation with," her master explained.

"I don't get this stuff, anyway. Why have a ball - I'm sorry, party - for the only people in the galaxy who can't date? It makes no sense!" Ahsoka snapped.

"It's to show the Senate's gratitude towards us for protecting them."

"But we don't protect the Senate, we protect the Republic!"

"True," he admitted. "But the Senate represents the republic, so a thank you from them is essentially a thank you from the whole republic. Which is exactly why Senator Amidala is taking you dress shopping on Saturday."

"I'm going to have to wear a dress?" Ahsoka cried in disgust.

"So, what's your preferred colour? Lilac? Mint green? Oh, a light blue would look marvellous on your skin tone -"

"Black," Ahsoka grumbled.

Padme looked at her. "Are you ok, Ahsoka? You don't seem like yourself."

"I'm fine. I just don't think going dress shopping is the most productive use of time when there are people being killed." I looked around. "Just one of these dresses could feed a whole village for a week. But instead, they're being sold to rich people who have nothing better to do with their time except dance and drink."

Padme paused. "Is that how you see me?"

Ahsoka didn't deny it.

Padme sighed. "You know, I wasn't always this rich."

"You weren't?" Ahsoka asked doubtfully.

"Oh, no. When I was young, I was actually very poor. My father did his best, but we were struggling. That's why I decided to train to be a handmaiden."

"You used to be a handmaiden?"

"I trained to be one. But then the election for Princess of Theed came up and I was nominated. My teachers and friend told me to run, so I did." She looked at Ahsoka. "I know you don't agree with the amount being a senator pays, but it allows my parents to retire happily and my sister to raise her family comfortably. It's not just a bad thing."

"I see that now," Ahsoka replied. "I'm sorry, Senator."

"It's okay. You just didn't understand. Now, back to that dress..."

"Oh yeah." Ahsoka had completely forgotten about the task at hand. "Light blue's really pretty."

"On second thoughts, maybe we add a little spice to your dress," Padme replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You are not wearing that."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not."

"This is what an ordinary girl in the republic would wear, isn't it?"

"Yes, but -"

"Well, why should we have better clothes than them?" Ahsoka asked.

"Well..." Obi-Wan stuttered. "Alright, fine."

Ahsoka grinned. She was wearing a tattered beige dress with about fifteen patches, along with a brown waistcoat. Anakin, who had had his face in his sleeve to stop himself from laughing, looked up. Padme was looking at Ahsoka with a mixture of amusement and pride. Anakin knew it because it was the same expression that he had on whenever he looked at Ahsoka.

Well, one thing was for sure - Ahsoka definitely made an impression that night.

If anyone actually cares, could you leave a suggestion for a one shot in the reviews section? I don't have much ideas.