A/N: Still more thanks to Tzaryn, another one of your jokes is coming in the next chapter. (I know I said it would be this one, hold your horses) I'm thinking of dragging Jar Jar in a bit more, but that might not happen. Sorry about the wait, I'll get it coming faster. My friend was moving and blah blah blah.

"I still don't believe you're allergic to flowers," Obi-Wan giggled.

"Well, that's one person who won't be the flower girl," Padmé put it. Qui-Gon ignored her.

Chewbacca roared.

"You want him to be the best man instead?" asked Leia. "How sweet!"

"Its wonderful how you can understand him, Leia," commented Padmé. "If only I could understand my husband that well."

That wasn't what he had meant at all. Chewbacca roared again.

"Oh, the ring-bearer!" exclaimed Leia. "Of course you want Han to be your best man."

Why would he have wanted to be stuck with that idiot on the day he got all of that money? It was so unfair to have Leia interpreting for him.

"That's so sweet," said Padmé. Obi-Wan made gagging motions behind her back. Qui-Gon giggled. Padmé glared at him. "Is there a joke you would like to share with the rest of us, Master Jinn?" she demanded.

"No, Teacher," Qui-Gon muttered. Obviously he hadn't known Padmé as long as his apprentice had, because Obi-Wan was shaking his head hurriedly. "What?" he asked the older man, then caught Padmé's expression. "I mean, there isn't a joke, Madame Senator, just a bit of, err, sneezing from, err, the flowers."

"The flowers are gone, Master Jinn," Padmé said, determined to make him pay for laughing at her.

"A bit of leftover sneezes that I didn't sneeze when they were here. I'd better go, uh, um, find, err, Kit. Yeah, I'd better go find Kit."

"But Kit's arranging flowers. You're allergic to flowers."

"Uh, did I say Kit? Oh, I meant, um, ah…"

"Zit," offered Obi-Wan helpfully.

"Yeah! I meant I have to go find Zit!"

"Zit?" Now Padmé was really confused.

Qui-Gon kicked himself for taking his evil apprentice's suggestion. "Zit, it's uh, a nickname."

"For whom?" asked Padmé stiffly, her wrinkling nose showing clearly what she though of anyone who'd have a nickname like Zit, and someone who'd give it.

"For, uh…" Obi-Wan pointed at Leia mischievously. The princess was busy 'communicating' with Chewbacca and didn't notice. Qui-Gon, however, did, and was disgusted. "Obi-Wan!" he exclaimed.

It was obvious what was going to happen next, and Qui-Gon braced himself for an inquiry of why he was looking for someone who was right there. But it never came, because at that moment, it became clear that Leia was following the conversation more than she appeared to be.

"Obi-Wan!" she snapped, picking up the ring's pillow, chasing after him with it and wishing she had something harder at hand. If Obi-Wan was going to come to her wedding, she'd have to carry an aluminum baseball bat with her.

As the pair fought, Qui-Gon slipped out of the room, but Padmé was too busy with her own preparations to notice. Chewbacca had already decided on Qui-Gon for the ring-bearer and Han as the best man. They could probably get some Padawans for flower girls.

Kit, Padmé, and some of the older Padawan girls could be maids of honor. How many Padawans would theoretically depend on what Leia wanted, although it would probably depend on how many Padawan girls there were who were considered 'old enough'.

Qui-Gon snuck down the hall, thinking quickly. It only took a few minutes for him to draw up a list of the facts.

He was allergic to flowers.

Leia and Chewbacca were having a wedding.

Leia liked flowers

Leia was the bride, and very bossy.

Therefore, at Leia's wedding, there would be flowers.

He would undoubtedly be forced to attend.

He was allergic to the flowers that would be at Leia and Chewbacca's wedding that he would be forced to attend.

He would have an allergic reaction from being near the flowers that he was allergic too that were at Leia and Chewbacca's wedding that he would be forced to attend.

He was thinking like this because he had been listening to too many younglings' songs.

Qui-Gon did not like having allergic reactions.

Conclusion: He should do something so that the flowers were gone when he got there. Or so that they would leave while he was there. But there would be Jedi there, Jedi who could sense his Force-signature. So he would have to do something to mask it. What to do, what to do?

Still musing this question, Qui-Gon continued down the all, hardly noticing that he was having an allergic reaction to the flowers that Kit was carrying. As usual, she ignored him.

Obi-Wan scowled as he sat in the Padawans' way. They were so bossy these days… Leia was even worse. Why Chewbacca wanted to marry her, he hadn't a clue.

Ordinarily, he didn't mind other men's stupid decisions, especially when it got him wedding cake. But when the bride decided to have loud thoughts on bringing an aluminum baseball bat to the wedding to hit him with, then he got annoyed. Especially when the bride was his Padawan's daughter who he had nearly had to marry. Seriously, there is such a thing as annoying.

Yoda was his great-grandmaster. He and Chewbacca were friends, as was Han, who was annoying, but Luke's best friend. If Obi-Wan were going to try and train Luke while Anakin tried to train Leia, it would mean a lot of connections with Chewbacca, and since Leia was his Padawan's daughter, some with her, too. This was going to be a long and painful death.

He had to do something to get that baseball bat. And fast. Preferably before or during the wedding. And if that meant sabotaging the whole ceremony, then that was okay too.

Anakin had promised Padmé that he had left the Dark Side behind him when he had been reincarnated for his daughter's wedding, and that was entirely true. It wasn't Dark Sideish to be annoyed at the one race that had caused him so much trouble in his days as Darth Vader. Good days, those were, as Master Yoda would say. Yoda, who he had been proven so much stronger than as a little boy had resisted the Emperor's reign for so long. And it hadn't even been Ani who had killed him, no; it had been that idiot Time. Vader's list of those he would show his vengeance to was growing longer.

But first, there was that Wookie. As much as he liked the insane pilot Han Solo, (he reminded the dead Jedi of himself as a boy) there was no way his daughter was marrying a Wookie. Not one who had fought against him.

No, this marriage wouldn't happen. Anakin would use all of his Forceness, his brains, his strength, and all of his other very, very numerous good qualities to make sure of it.

Kit sighed quietly. There went Qui-Gon, ignoring his sneezing attack. He was plotting something. She could tell by the way he frowned in concentration, and the room went dark wherever he walked. Not to mention the evil music. She had thought that was Vader's theme… Guess he didn't mind Qui-Gon borrowing it.

Well, Qui-Gon was probably trying to sabotage the wedding to keep from having an allergic reaction at it. For being the smartest of the Jedi men, he was really pretty dumb. How would getting rid of the flowers during the wedding stop his reactions to them before he got rid of them? And how did he expect not to be caught?

Ever since Kit had arranged a few flowers to make Leia think she hadn't made that Padawan cry, she had found an intense liking for it. The Jedi had gardens, of course (duh, where do you think the name 'the Jedi Gardens' came from?) but they hired landscapers, and she had never been much of a gardener as a child.

Now, though, the flowers felt more important to her than her life as a Jedi had ever been. And Qui-Gon and his stupid allergic reactions weren't going to get in the way of her beautifully organized bouquets.

Padmé was nearly pulling her hair out in frustration over her husband's best friend. She had always thought that Obi-Wan was a nice enough man, considering the others like Sidious that Ani was bound to hang out with from time to time. But the darkening of the room and the music he had borrowed from Vader after Qui-Gon had finished with it clearly indicated that he was plotting secretly. And nobody would ever find out what he was planning.

Leia shouldn't have been so loud with her thoughts that she was going to hit him with an aluminum baseball bat. Now Obi-Wan would want to stop her from ever getting it, and would probably end up sabotaging the wedding and ruining everyone's good clothes in the process. And that, she would not tolerate.

Obi-Wan's plan would not be used. If she had to severly injure, or even kill him to protect everyone's clothes, then she would be prepared to do so. Maybe she could borrow Ani's lightsaber…

Dark Side, Yoda sensed in Anakin again. Darkened, the room was with his passing. Giveaway, the evil music was. Taken it back from Obi-Wan, he must have. Plotting, he was. Wookies, he did not like. Resist him, they did. Cool, the Wookies were. Pity he did not like them, it was.

Want his daughter to marry a Wookie, Anakin would not. Stop the wedding, he would. His plot, that was. Taken forever, planning had. So nice, it was turning out. Not spoil this, Anakin would. Annoying, Chosen One was. Foolish, he also was. Win, Yoda would. Not stop the wedding, Anakin would. Make sure of that, Yoda would.