A/N: Here is my newest addition to my 'What Jedi Masters Do In Their Free Time' fic. So Sacall, it is here, even though you are sitting to my right and watching me type this.
Disclaimer: Sorry for forgetting these, but let's put it simple: Star Wars ain't mine!
Mace Windu entered his home, sighing contentedly. Proceeding to that special room, he opened the door and smiled. The Flower Room. Every time he had free time, this is where the Jedi Master went. The array of flowers was beautiful, and a lone tear made its way down Mace Windu's smooth face.
Reds, oranges, pinks, purples, yellows and blues of all shades decorated the room with contrast in color. "I'm here, guys." Mace Windu said, greeting his flowers. They made no sound in response, just sitting there, seeming to stare at him as he walked through the rows, naming off each flower.
All of them were from other planets, though the majority of them came from Naboo. Lipoders, nimpresews, and other exotic flowers were a welcome sight for the flower-sick Jedi Master.
Picking up the special pair of cutting scissors, he went about cutting flowers to put in a vase.
Mace Windu loved flower arranging. It was his life, other then being a Jedi. Cutting some pinks, reds, and purples, setting them down with reverence before going to retrieve the vase he had bought a few days before.
He came back, the bright orange colored vase in hand. After filling it with water, he set it down near the flowers and seated himself, ready to start.
First he lined the outside of the wide vase with the red flowers, all the while keeping his silence as he worked on his hobby. Finishing the first part, he proceeded to put the pink flowers inside the red ones.
And then came the purple ones. It was rather a lavender shade and went well with the pink. Though it looked fine with the red as well, the experienced flower-arranger knew that without the pink barrier, it would look horrid.
Putting them in the vase, he started fluffing the flower petals, smiling as he worked. Then he frowned. He took a few steps back and looked at it. While the flower colors blended well together, the bright orange vase contrasted too sharply.
Shaking his head at his foolishness, he went to get the pink and red swirled vase he had bought about two months ago.
Then he started all over. Taking all the flowers out, he cleaned the orange vase and set it back on the shelf. Then he filled the pink and red swirled vase with fresh water. After doing this, he went about re-arranging the flowers he had perfectly arranged an hour before.
And then, disaster! One of the flowers stem snapped in half, and Mace Windu screamed. And it was a very girly scream. His hands went to his face as he watched in horror, the petals flying, the stem falling to the ground in a wet 'splat' sound!
He kneeled and picked it up with tears streaming down his face. "I have failed!" He cried, setting the broken flower, both pieces, on a white silk pillow with lace lining it.
He picked up the scissors and went to cut another purple flower. "Never shall I find one such as perfect as that." He said, still crying uncontrollably.
He got over it, though it took about 3 boxes of Kleenex's until he stopped crying.
But his flowers were arranged, and they sat, beautiful, on his kitchen table as he cleared all the used tissues from the ground.