CHAPTER FIVE

L U N C H T I M E, T H E E D P A L A C E

At the dining table, Obi-Wan was trying to talk to Sabe, but she kept talking to Anakin and refused to acknowledge him.

This was beginning to grate on his nerves. He had know, for a long time now, that women tended to fall for his Padawan. They found him attractive, funny, smart...Well in one word-and he had happened to have heard this many times-drop-dead gorgeous. This normally didn't annoy him,but now...He couldn't believe it. Sabe seemed to show the same attraction that almost every girl in the temple showed towards his Padawan.

Obi: (to himself) She can't have THAT kind of feelings towards Anakin! Can she? No, definitely not. He's younger than her and much more immature and she knows of his feelings for the queen. She would never allow herself to fall for him.

Here it was again. Sabe leaned to whisper something in his Padawan's ear and he chuckled. Then, in turn, he leaned and whispered something in hers and she giggled. Obi-Wan grabbed the bottle of wine that was next to him and started to pour some in his glass. Unfortunately, and as he continued to pay attention to Sabe and Anakin, he ended up pouring most of it in his plate. Even more unfortunately he hadn't noticed what he had done and, without taking his eyes off them, took a spoonful of his now-full-of-wine-soup. Surprised, and disgusted, he jumped up from his seat and in the process threw his plate over. As everyone turned to look at what had happened they saw the plate landing straight onto the head of a really surprised Naboo's queen.

For one moment everyone stood there frozen. The next, though, everyone started laughing their heads out. Thankfully only the Jedi and the queen's handmaidens had attended the dinner.

Padme went from shock to embarrassment and then to anger in a matter of seconds. She then turned to an equally embarrassed Jedi knight and gave him the death glare. If her look could kill, Obi-Wan would have died about a dozen times, each time an even more torturous death than the last...

Padme: You! What the hell where you thinking? Is your brain completely dysfunctional? Do you even have a brain?!

Obi: Umm...I-I...didn't...

Padme: Shut up! Don't you dare try to apologize or I'll have you excecuted first thing in the morning.

Obi: Aren't you overreacting a bit...?

Padme: OVERREACTING???

Obi: Umm...yes...

Padme: I'm NOT overreacting! But I'll be generous...I'll let you choose the way you die...So, what's it gonna be? The electric chair? The ax? Or my personal favorite one...the gas chamber? We'll discuss this later. JERK!

With that she stormed off towards her room. Obi-Wan stood there frozen. The rest of the occupants of the room, however, could still not contain themselves and were on the floor laughing. Obi-Wan oblivious to them all and somewhat...confused by the petite queen's devious threats, asked in a stupid tone of voice...

Obi: What did I do? Was she mad or something? And what was all that yelling? Did I do something wrong? Anakin, Sabe...Do you have any idea what was that about?

That earned another fit of laughter from the occupants of the room.