Author's Note: Hi everyone! I thought it was time for another lighthearted chapter. And since we seem to have a few Obi-wan fans with us (zan189 I'm looking at you!), I thought he should make another appearance. Hope you enjoy and maybe even get a chuckle or two out of it! Keep those reviews coming – please, please, please!

NEXT MORNING, STUDIO 5

"Good morning, Threepio," Padme called as she and Anakin entered the studio.

"Welcome back, Mistress," the droid responded cheerfully. "I must say, it is wonderful to see you back on your feet."

"It feels good to be back," she acknowledged, smiling. Anakin ran a hand down her shoulder supportively, before stepping onto the dance floor.

"So, Threepio," he said, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly. "What torturous dance do they have lined up for us this week?"

"As I was telling Miss Liri yesterday," Threepio explained. "It is a cultural dance called the Shahyo."

Nodding their understanding, the pair waited for him to continue.

"It's a very elegant and romantic dance," the droid outlined. "However, I'm afraid it's a bit more complicated for you, Mistress Liri. You see, the first main dance sequence centers around you."

"Only around me?" she asked, confused. "Why?"

"Well," the droid began, looking uncomfortable. "You see, it's a feminine dance of courtship and seduction."

"WHAT?" she cried. She turned to Anakin who looked fairly pleased until he saw the glare forming on her face. Clearing his throat, he quickly looked at the ground.

"I can't do this!" she sputtered. "I am a respected Sena-" Catching herself, she tried another angle. "It's… Well, it will be embarrassing!"

"Please Milady," Threepio tried to calm her. "It isn't as bad as it seems. Truly. It's a very graceful dance with lots of elegant steps and choreography. And it's only for the first portion of the dance. After that, you will join Master Kaide for the remainder of the performance."

Realizing she didn't have much choice, Padme merely crossed her arms and let her breath out with a huff.

"Well, since it appears there isn't much for me to do until later," Anakin started. "Perhaps I will return to our dormitory for some lightsaber exercises." Catching the look on his wife's face, he had a quick change of heart. "Or… perhaps I will stay right here."

And that's how Obi-wan found them as he entered the Studio. He didn't need the Force to tell him he was dealing with an angry Senator, a sheepish Jedi, and an anxious droid. Fantastic, he thought. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward.

"Hello!" he called, forcing a bright smile.

"Master! What are you doing here?" Anakin asked, looking thankful for the reprieve. Padme lifted her hand in greeting, a faint smile tracing her lips.

"I have an upgrade I need you to perform on Artoo," Obi-wan explained. "It's a security feature – one that will allow him to track either of you, should anything happen."

Nodding thoughtfully, Anakin stepped forward, "Yes, Master. I will have him come to our quarters so we can perform this upgrade discreetly."

"Good," the Jedi Master acknowledged. "It is a lengthy program – I expect it to take a few hours."

"Oh my," Threepio exclaimed. "What are we going to do? We've lost so much time already and the couple's part of the routine is quite complicated."

After a moment, Padme stepped forward, a glint in her eye. "That's okay, Threepio. Obi-wan can help me. After all, I just need someone to lead me in some of the sequences to help me get familiar with them."

"What? Oh… no, no… I couldn't possibly," Obi-wan stumbled over the words, physically backing away, as if searching for any means of escape.

"That's a wonderful idea, Master," Anakin said, catching on to Padme's plot of revenge. "After all, we have to make sure we stay in this competition. As you well know, we must do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of Mistress Liri."

There was a moment of complete silence.

"Blast," Obi-wan muttered emphatically, knowing he'd been beaten.

A few minutes later, Anakin started towards the dormitory, taking one last peek over his shoulder. He grinned as he saw the Jedi Master listening reluctantly to C-3PO's instructions. Well, at least I won't hear anything about the sparkles, he thought.

As he started through the doorway, he heard Obi-wan say, "Very well then. I must say – this doesn't look too hard."

Stifling a chuckle, Anakin hurried towards the dormitory.

STUDIO 5, FOUR HOURS LATER

Quickly, Anakin headed towards the Studio. Obi-wan had been right; the program was extremely complicated and had taken several hours to download into Artoo's system. It was worth it though – he would do anything to ensure Padme's safety.

As he entered the Studio, he was literally stopped in his tracks at the sight before him. There was his normally cool and collected Master stomping around the dance floor in quite an agitated state. Somewhere along the way, he had discarded his robes and had repeatedly run a hand through his hair as it seemed to be sticking up at the oddest angles… Oh, and what was this? – ah yes, he was outfitted in the pair of slippers Padme had forced Anakin to wear that first week after he had nearly crunched her toes beyond repair.

Scanning the room, his eyes searched for his beloved wife. And there was his angel now, looking refreshed and quite pleased with herself as she lounged against the beverage table.

"Remember, Master Kenobi," she called sweetly. "Frustration leads to anger… Anger leads to hate… Hate leads-"

"Yes, yes," Obi-wan replied, darkly. "Point taken."

Deciding he'd better make his presence known, Anakin cleared his throat and fully entered the room.

"Did I miss much?" he asked, innocently.

"Honestly?" Obi-wan replied, looking exhausted. "No." Quickly, he reached his hand out and his robes flew into his grasp, followed by his boots. "Did you upload the program?"

"Yes, Master," Anakin said, trying not to grin as he watched the older man kick the slippers off as he hurried towards the door.

"Very well. I will be going then. Expect another communication from me when I have more information to share. May the force be with you," the words were barely out of his mouth before the Jedi Master disappeared around the corner.

Collapsing against each other, Anakin and Padme laughed until their sides hurt.

"Oh dear," Threepio sighed.