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"Where did Jaina head off to now? That girl is a little to good at sneaking off if you ask me." Padmè stated picking another flower and twirling it between her fingers. Anakin chuckled and shook his head in disbelief.
"Why can't you just answer my question? Stop avoiding the subject! You know I'll just keep on bugging you until I get my answer."
The flower dropped and Padmè let out a very drawn out sigh. "I don't know," she said with a melodramatic frustration in her tone.
"Sure you do, you just don't want to tell me!"
Her brown eyes connected with his blue and she gave him a sly grin. "Are you going to use one of your Jedi mind tricks on me?"
"They only work on the weak minded, you're anything but weak minded," Anakin answered honestly, his eyes wide and innocent.
"All right," she finally surrendered and picked another blossom making sure to avoid eye contact.
"I was twelve. His name was Palo. We were both in the Legislative Youth Program. He was a few years older than I." she now focused intently on Anakin and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Very cute," Padmè continued mischievously, "Dark curly hair.dreamy eyes."
"All right I get the picture!" Anakin interrupted and Padmè smiled brightly.
"Whatever happened to him?" The Jedi Padawan asked curiously.
"I went into Public Service, he went on to become an artist."
"Maybe he was the smart one."
"You really don't like politicians do you?" Padmè asked exasperation and a twinge of anger sneaking into her voice.
"I like two or three but I'm not to sure about one of them," Anakin replied with a suggestive smile and Padmè could not hold onto her frown.
"I don't think the system works," Anakin began again in a matter of fact tone.
The frown managed to find it's way back on to her face. "Really?" she replied in a caustic manner. "Well how would you have it work?"
Anakin turned to her, his blue eyes intense and filled with passion, a different passion than Padmè was used to seeing. This she wasn't too sure she liked, but she could deal with it. The other, well, she didn't even know where to begin.
"We need a system where the politicians sit down, discuss the problem, agree what's in the best interest of the people and then do it," he said as if it was the only logical answer. Whether he was finished or not, Padmè didn't care and she cut right in not hesitating. "That's exactly what we do!"
Anakin gave her a doubtful glance and she pushed on. "The, the trouble is that people don't always agree," she explained. "They hardly ever do."
"Then they should be made to."
His statement brought her gaze right back to his and she gave him a very disbelieving glance. "By whom?" she asked. "Who is going to make them?"
"I don't know," he answered with a shrug and a frustrated sigh. "Someone."
"You?"
"Of course not me!"
"But someone."
"Someone wise," he said nodding.
"That sounds an awful lot like a dictatorship to me," Padmè replied winning the argument. She watched Anakin intently and he did the same to her, but she missed the amused twinkle that graced his bright eyes.
"Well, if it works." he trailed off calmly.
Padmè's jaw dropped and she couldn't hide her shock. Is this what he really believed? How could he believe that? A universe controlled like that wouldn't be worth living in. She would fight it till her death.her thoughts ceased as Anakin once again gave her a severe look but this time he couldn't mask it and the smile broke free.
"You're making fun of me!"
"Oh no," Anakin replied in a serious tone holding his hands out in defense. "I'd be much too frightened to tease a senator!" He gave her another wide smile and then looked down. Padmè laughed then looked at him pensively before lightly smiling and looking away.
"So, how bout' them pod races?" Anakin asked after a few moments of silent tension.
"What?" She asked her brows furrowed in confusion.
"Well, back on Tatooine that's called a 'tension breaker'." He quickly explained, "It's just a silly conversation starter. You have trouble beginning, so you ask about the races. It actually works pretty well."
Padmè let out a burst of laughter and playfully shoved him away. "I'll have to remember that when I next visit with the Senate." Anakin laughed as well but his face quickly turned thoughtful, almost serious.
"Padmè?" He asked as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "Hmm?"
"I have a feeling that something big is going to happen soon, something that will change the galaxy drastically. For better or for worse I'm not really sure, but something." He trailed off and Padmè raised her head to look into his eyes. "Jedi hunch?"
Anakin shook his head no and placed her hand over his heart. "I feel it in here, deep inside my heart." His blue eyes were glazed over with passion, the passion Padmè couldn't handle, but right now she felt it too.
She felt her heart pounding in her ears, or was it his heart she felt? She couldn't decipher between the steady rhythm and it scared her. It scared her that she could feel this close to his with a single touch. It scared her that her head no longer held any control over her heart. It scared her that she was afraid, afraid she had fallen in love.
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"It can't work," Mara nodded to emphasize her own conclusion to herself. This lonely conversation had been going on for about ten minutes now. She even went as far as making a list in her head of the possible reasons why it couldn't work out, being in love with Luke, that is.
So far the best excuse she made for herself was that she would have to be a little nicer to him, but in reality what wife is nice to her husband? She thought with amusement and her smile quickly disappeared.
Since when where the words wife and husband involved with this conversation, the logical part of Mara asked? Ever since you realized you really wished you were married to him, her heart argued back.
Mara sighed and lay back on the grass bank by the waterfalls. Its was pathetic really, her little list. No matter how many reasons she could come up with to fight against admitting she loved Luke only one was needed to tip the scale the other way, the fact that she did love him.
She loves him.
"I love him," she whispered, her voice husky and eyes wide. She shot up in a sitting position. Then a small innocent smile grazed her lips. She realized at that point in time that loving Luke Skywalker wouldn't be a bad thing after all. Admitting it lifted a great weight off her shoulders, a weight she hadn't realized had been there for years now. She loved her best friend for a very long time.
Looking up at the clear blue sky she couldn't help but wonder if this was one of the reasons why she was sent back to the past with him, that and to kill Palpatine.
Mara had already decided that she wasn't going to let Palpatine ruin her life or anybody else's. The only way to prevent this was to make Anakin Skywalker stay on the light side of the force and kill Palpatine.
But would this change too much? Would it disrupt the good things to come or make the galaxy better? It was a chance Mara would have to take. Besides why else would they be here? But this chance would affect her and Luke's lives greatly. She loves him but he needs to be with his family. He doesn't need to go through all the heartache of losing his family when she could prevent it. She would gladly give her life for him and Mara finally understood now that she did this because she loved him.
Now she knew she had to tell him. He deserved to know how she felt for him. Maybe when they got back to their time, if the got back there.
Her thoughts trailed off as she felt his familiar presence. Mara couldn't fight the smile when she stood and saw him at the top of a grass hill not to far from her. Jaina was bouncing gladly at his side waving her arms this way and that. She ran off toward Anakin and Padmè or rather more importantly the picnic basket and Mara figured that's where Luke's stomach would take him as well.
To her surprise he turned to face her and smiled brightly. Her gaze took her breath away and she smiled back in return. He walked quickly only to stop right in front of her.
"Luke," she breathed out in greeting and he reached for her hands, which she gladly gave to him.
Suddenly it occurred to her that this was just how her dream started, her vision. The same sense of security and love washed over her and for the second time she thought about telling him exactly how she felt. Her head took control once again and she extracted her hands from him realizing that she was still angry. He left her with the lovesick duo and couldn't even begin to understand how boring it was.
"What?" Luke asked frowning slightly, but she could see in his eyes he was amused.
"You went without me!" She pointed out like a sulking child. The truth was she didn't really care about that. The arguments she starts with him are just to avoid her own feelings toward the farm boy. The amusement left his eyes and he gave her a serious, intense stare.
"Mara there's something I need." Luke trailed off and watched her tremble slightly, as if she was afraid of something. He quickly took her hands in his and pulled her closer a questioning look in his eyes.
"I'm. a little afraid Luke," she admitted softly, almost inaudibly. Luke couldn't hide the shock that was written all over his face but her didn't say a word.
She took a deep breath and continued, "This is exactly how my dream- vision " She corrected herself hastily, "began."
At first it didn't connect and that made Mara a little angry.
"Sith Skywalker! The one where you died!" she burst out unable to hide the emotion in her voice.
"Five years ago that might have made you happy." He gave her a smile and pulled her into a tight hug, which she returned with a sigh and a shiver.
"Don't say that," She told him emotionally.
"You care about me that much then?" He asked in a whisper.
She pulled back slightly to look in his eyes and slowly nodded. Luke reached up to gently stroke her cheek and when she made no move to push him away he set his lips to hers in an even gentler touch.
It was one of the sweetest things Mara had ever-experienced. Luke made her feel so loved and cherished. For the first time in her life Mara felt like she truly belonged and she loved that feeling, she couldn't get enough of it, enough of him, even as she wrapped her hands around his neck pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.
Luke lightly traced her cheek and Mara gave a whimper in protest horrified that she was crying and that Luke was there to witness it. Luke pulled away from the kiss just as surprised as she seemed to be about the tears.
"What's wrong, do you not want me to kiss you?" he whispered dropping his forehead to hers.
Mara shook her head as if to say that she didn't but she knew he could see the truth in her eyes when she raised them to look deep into his. She didn't want to ever let go of him. Mara, a bit reluctantly, pushed away from him but Luke only smiled softly.
"You're probably hungry," she said breaking the silence and he shook his head never breaking eye contact.
"Nah, not really."
When his stomach gave a low rumble she narrowed her eyes as if to say yeah-right-I-knew-you-were-lying! Luckily for him she didn't seem to want to voice her opinion, instead she held out her hand to him open with something on the center of her palm.
Luke gave a small chuckle and took her third, and last chocolate mint from when they were stuck in their quarters. She had declared at the time that she got three and he only got two because she had, after all, found the things. Now it seems she had changed her mind. It didn't matter that it was a bit melted and that there was a whole picnic basket of food only steps away. She had given it to him. That must mean she cares, right? Luke hoped so.
He ate the 'food source' and gave her a bright smile as he enveloped her in a big hug then kissed her lightly on the nose. Mara felt her face flame and hid it from his eyes by hugging him tighter.
"So, why'd you go into town?"
Luke let go of her and Mara felt a flash of disappointment.
"Well," he began hesitantly as he raked a hand through his messy blonde hair. Mara narrowed her eyes slightly so he continued.
"I went to get."
"Yes?" She prodded when he trailed off once again.
"You see."
Mara sighed a little bit irritated. He better have a good excuse for leaving me here with the lovesick duo over there, she thought darkly.
"Luke!" She groaned letting her annoyance show.
"I went to get this!" He finally managed to get out, a little angry that she wouldn't let him be romantic about it. Or at least attempt to be romantic, he amended. Instead he thrust the little box up in front of her face and gave an impish grin when she gave it a look of utter confusion. She raised her eyebrows in askance and she took the box from him when he nodded.
"Padmè mentioned that the old custom on Naboo states that when a man loves a woman and they wed, he gives her a ring to represent the bond they share together," he explains as she opens the box to look at the ring.
Mara's throat constricts as she admires it, she couldn't speak if her life depended on it at the moment, but in a way she was thankful, for she wouldn't know what to say. She didn't know what he meant by this.
Luke, seeing her inner turmoil, knew that she was confused. He was afraid that this might push her away from him and he loved her too much to lose her, even if that meant staying just friends.
"You don't have to wear it really, I just thought it would help our charade." He told her trying to make her believe that that was what he really assumed, what he thought she wanted to hear. He turned away from her and the ring.
"I'm going to go get some food."
Mara watched with tears in her eyes as he walked away shoulders slumped. He could pretend all he liked but Mara knows him better than she knows herself. That's the problem though, what was she supposed to say to him? What did he want to hear? She had no idea what to do but she knew she wouldn't let him walk away believing that this beautiful gift was only part of a charade. She wouldn't let him walk away believing that she didn't care.
"Luke," She called out, her voice sounding hoarse as if she hadn't spoken for days. He didn't stop walking.
"Luke," she said on a broken sob trying to call him back to her again. His strides didn't cease and he pushed on.
"Luke!" she called out to him, anger quickly making its way passed the compassion and love she felt for him.
Once again the farmboy didn't stop or slow down his pace and Mara couldn't help but be annoyed. She was about to break down some of the walls she had constructed to hold her emotions in check and the stubborn Jedi wouldn't even listen to her. He hadn't even given her a chance to comment on his gift she thought as if just noticing that fact for the first time and her annoyance grew.
Not really thinking she called out once again, this time with frustration. "Luke Skywalker!"
"Sith!" Mara mutters to herself realizing that Luke finally stopped and stiffened and that two very curious and very bewildered faces were now moving back and forth, between Luke and her.
"Uh oh," Jaina squeaks out from her place by the picnic basket and looks at R2, the droid whistles in sympathy for the group. They had a lot of explaining to do.
"What's going on here?" Padmè asks standing up, short but intimidating.
Once again Mara cursed and thought that Jaina summed it up pretty nicely. Uh oh, was right.
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"Where did Jaina head off to now? That girl is a little to good at sneaking off if you ask me." Padmè stated picking another flower and twirling it between her fingers. Anakin chuckled and shook his head in disbelief.
"Why can't you just answer my question? Stop avoiding the subject! You know I'll just keep on bugging you until I get my answer."
The flower dropped and Padmè let out a very drawn out sigh. "I don't know," she said with a melodramatic frustration in her tone.
"Sure you do, you just don't want to tell me!"
Her brown eyes connected with his blue and she gave him a sly grin. "Are you going to use one of your Jedi mind tricks on me?"
"They only work on the weak minded, you're anything but weak minded," Anakin answered honestly, his eyes wide and innocent.
"All right," she finally surrendered and picked another blossom making sure to avoid eye contact.
"I was twelve. His name was Palo. We were both in the Legislative Youth Program. He was a few years older than I." she now focused intently on Anakin and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Very cute," Padmè continued mischievously, "Dark curly hair.dreamy eyes."
"All right I get the picture!" Anakin interrupted and Padmè smiled brightly.
"Whatever happened to him?" The Jedi Padawan asked curiously.
"I went into Public Service, he went on to become an artist."
"Maybe he was the smart one."
"You really don't like politicians do you?" Padmè asked exasperation and a twinge of anger sneaking into her voice.
"I like two or three but I'm not to sure about one of them," Anakin replied with a suggestive smile and Padmè could not hold onto her frown.
"I don't think the system works," Anakin began again in a matter of fact tone.
The frown managed to find it's way back on to her face. "Really?" she replied in a caustic manner. "Well how would you have it work?"
Anakin turned to her, his blue eyes intense and filled with passion, a different passion than Padmè was used to seeing. This she wasn't too sure she liked, but she could deal with it. The other, well, she didn't even know where to begin.
"We need a system where the politicians sit down, discuss the problem, agree what's in the best interest of the people and then do it," he said as if it was the only logical answer. Whether he was finished or not, Padmè didn't care and she cut right in not hesitating. "That's exactly what we do!"
Anakin gave her a doubtful glance and she pushed on. "The, the trouble is that people don't always agree," she explained. "They hardly ever do."
"Then they should be made to."
His statement brought her gaze right back to his and she gave him a very disbelieving glance. "By whom?" she asked. "Who is going to make them?"
"I don't know," he answered with a shrug and a frustrated sigh. "Someone."
"You?"
"Of course not me!"
"But someone."
"Someone wise," he said nodding.
"That sounds an awful lot like a dictatorship to me," Padmè replied winning the argument. She watched Anakin intently and he did the same to her, but she missed the amused twinkle that graced his bright eyes.
"Well, if it works." he trailed off calmly.
Padmè's jaw dropped and she couldn't hide her shock. Is this what he really believed? How could he believe that? A universe controlled like that wouldn't be worth living in. She would fight it till her death.her thoughts ceased as Anakin once again gave her a severe look but this time he couldn't mask it and the smile broke free.
"You're making fun of me!"
"Oh no," Anakin replied in a serious tone holding his hands out in defense. "I'd be much too frightened to tease a senator!" He gave her another wide smile and then looked down. Padmè laughed then looked at him pensively before lightly smiling and looking away.
"So, how bout' them pod races?" Anakin asked after a few moments of silent tension.
"What?" She asked her brows furrowed in confusion.
"Well, back on Tatooine that's called a 'tension breaker'." He quickly explained, "It's just a silly conversation starter. You have trouble beginning, so you ask about the races. It actually works pretty well."
Padmè let out a burst of laughter and playfully shoved him away. "I'll have to remember that when I next visit with the Senate." Anakin laughed as well but his face quickly turned thoughtful, almost serious.
"Padmè?" He asked as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "Hmm?"
"I have a feeling that something big is going to happen soon, something that will change the galaxy drastically. For better or for worse I'm not really sure, but something." He trailed off and Padmè raised her head to look into his eyes. "Jedi hunch?"
Anakin shook his head no and placed her hand over his heart. "I feel it in here, deep inside my heart." His blue eyes were glazed over with passion, the passion Padmè couldn't handle, but right now she felt it too.
She felt her heart pounding in her ears, or was it his heart she felt? She couldn't decipher between the steady rhythm and it scared her. It scared her that she could feel this close to his with a single touch. It scared her that her head no longer held any control over her heart. It scared her that she was afraid, afraid she had fallen in love.
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"It can't work," Mara nodded to emphasize her own conclusion to herself. This lonely conversation had been going on for about ten minutes now. She even went as far as making a list in her head of the possible reasons why it couldn't work out, being in love with Luke, that is.
So far the best excuse she made for herself was that she would have to be a little nicer to him, but in reality what wife is nice to her husband? She thought with amusement and her smile quickly disappeared.
Since when where the words wife and husband involved with this conversation, the logical part of Mara asked? Ever since you realized you really wished you were married to him, her heart argued back.
Mara sighed and lay back on the grass bank by the waterfalls. Its was pathetic really, her little list. No matter how many reasons she could come up with to fight against admitting she loved Luke only one was needed to tip the scale the other way, the fact that she did love him.
She loves him.
"I love him," she whispered, her voice husky and eyes wide. She shot up in a sitting position. Then a small innocent smile grazed her lips. She realized at that point in time that loving Luke Skywalker wouldn't be a bad thing after all. Admitting it lifted a great weight off her shoulders, a weight she hadn't realized had been there for years now. She loved her best friend for a very long time.
Looking up at the clear blue sky she couldn't help but wonder if this was one of the reasons why she was sent back to the past with him, that and to kill Palpatine.
Mara had already decided that she wasn't going to let Palpatine ruin her life or anybody else's. The only way to prevent this was to make Anakin Skywalker stay on the light side of the force and kill Palpatine.
But would this change too much? Would it disrupt the good things to come or make the galaxy better? It was a chance Mara would have to take. Besides why else would they be here? But this chance would affect her and Luke's lives greatly. She loves him but he needs to be with his family. He doesn't need to go through all the heartache of losing his family when she could prevent it. She would gladly give her life for him and Mara finally understood now that she did this because she loved him.
Now she knew she had to tell him. He deserved to know how she felt for him. Maybe when they got back to their time, if the got back there.
Her thoughts trailed off as she felt his familiar presence. Mara couldn't fight the smile when she stood and saw him at the top of a grass hill not to far from her. Jaina was bouncing gladly at his side waving her arms this way and that. She ran off toward Anakin and Padmè or rather more importantly the picnic basket and Mara figured that's where Luke's stomach would take him as well.
To her surprise he turned to face her and smiled brightly. Her gaze took her breath away and she smiled back in return. He walked quickly only to stop right in front of her.
"Luke," she breathed out in greeting and he reached for her hands, which she gladly gave to him.
Suddenly it occurred to her that this was just how her dream started, her vision. The same sense of security and love washed over her and for the second time she thought about telling him exactly how she felt. Her head took control once again and she extracted her hands from him realizing that she was still angry. He left her with the lovesick duo and couldn't even begin to understand how boring it was.
"What?" Luke asked frowning slightly, but she could see in his eyes he was amused.
"You went without me!" She pointed out like a sulking child. The truth was she didn't really care about that. The arguments she starts with him are just to avoid her own feelings toward the farm boy. The amusement left his eyes and he gave her a serious, intense stare.
"Mara there's something I need." Luke trailed off and watched her tremble slightly, as if she was afraid of something. He quickly took her hands in his and pulled her closer a questioning look in his eyes.
"I'm. a little afraid Luke," she admitted softly, almost inaudibly. Luke couldn't hide the shock that was written all over his face but her didn't say a word.
She took a deep breath and continued, "This is exactly how my dream- vision " She corrected herself hastily, "began."
At first it didn't connect and that made Mara a little angry.
"Sith Skywalker! The one where you died!" she burst out unable to hide the emotion in her voice.
"Five years ago that might have made you happy." He gave her a smile and pulled her into a tight hug, which she returned with a sigh and a shiver.
"Don't say that," She told him emotionally.
"You care about me that much then?" He asked in a whisper.
She pulled back slightly to look in his eyes and slowly nodded. Luke reached up to gently stroke her cheek and when she made no move to push him away he set his lips to hers in an even gentler touch.
It was one of the sweetest things Mara had ever-experienced. Luke made her feel so loved and cherished. For the first time in her life Mara felt like she truly belonged and she loved that feeling, she couldn't get enough of it, enough of him, even as she wrapped her hands around his neck pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.
Luke lightly traced her cheek and Mara gave a whimper in protest horrified that she was crying and that Luke was there to witness it. Luke pulled away from the kiss just as surprised as she seemed to be about the tears.
"What's wrong, do you not want me to kiss you?" he whispered dropping his forehead to hers.
Mara shook her head as if to say that she didn't but she knew he could see the truth in her eyes when she raised them to look deep into his. She didn't want to ever let go of him. Mara, a bit reluctantly, pushed away from him but Luke only smiled softly.
"You're probably hungry," she said breaking the silence and he shook his head never breaking eye contact.
"Nah, not really."
When his stomach gave a low rumble she narrowed her eyes as if to say yeah-right-I-knew-you-were-lying! Luckily for him she didn't seem to want to voice her opinion, instead she held out her hand to him open with something on the center of her palm.
Luke gave a small chuckle and took her third, and last chocolate mint from when they were stuck in their quarters. She had declared at the time that she got three and he only got two because she had, after all, found the things. Now it seems she had changed her mind. It didn't matter that it was a bit melted and that there was a whole picnic basket of food only steps away. She had given it to him. That must mean she cares, right? Luke hoped so.
He ate the 'food source' and gave her a bright smile as he enveloped her in a big hug then kissed her lightly on the nose. Mara felt her face flame and hid it from his eyes by hugging him tighter.
"So, why'd you go into town?"
Luke let go of her and Mara felt a flash of disappointment.
"Well," he began hesitantly as he raked a hand through his messy blonde hair. Mara narrowed her eyes slightly so he continued.
"I went to get."
"Yes?" She prodded when he trailed off once again.
"You see."
Mara sighed a little bit irritated. He better have a good excuse for leaving me here with the lovesick duo over there, she thought darkly.
"Luke!" She groaned letting her annoyance show.
"I went to get this!" He finally managed to get out, a little angry that she wouldn't let him be romantic about it. Or at least attempt to be romantic, he amended. Instead he thrust the little box up in front of her face and gave an impish grin when she gave it a look of utter confusion. She raised her eyebrows in askance and she took the box from him when he nodded.
"Padmè mentioned that the old custom on Naboo states that when a man loves a woman and they wed, he gives her a ring to represent the bond they share together," he explains as she opens the box to look at the ring.
Mara's throat constricts as she admires it, she couldn't speak if her life depended on it at the moment, but in a way she was thankful, for she wouldn't know what to say. She didn't know what he meant by this.
Luke, seeing her inner turmoil, knew that she was confused. He was afraid that this might push her away from him and he loved her too much to lose her, even if that meant staying just friends.
"You don't have to wear it really, I just thought it would help our charade." He told her trying to make her believe that that was what he really assumed, what he thought she wanted to hear. He turned away from her and the ring.
"I'm going to go get some food."
Mara watched with tears in her eyes as he walked away shoulders slumped. He could pretend all he liked but Mara knows him better than she knows herself. That's the problem though, what was she supposed to say to him? What did he want to hear? She had no idea what to do but she knew she wouldn't let him walk away believing that this beautiful gift was only part of a charade. She wouldn't let him walk away believing that she didn't care.
"Luke," She called out, her voice sounding hoarse as if she hadn't spoken for days. He didn't stop walking.
"Luke," she said on a broken sob trying to call him back to her again. His strides didn't cease and he pushed on.
"Luke!" she called out to him, anger quickly making its way passed the compassion and love she felt for him.
Once again the farmboy didn't stop or slow down his pace and Mara couldn't help but be annoyed. She was about to break down some of the walls she had constructed to hold her emotions in check and the stubborn Jedi wouldn't even listen to her. He hadn't even given her a chance to comment on his gift she thought as if just noticing that fact for the first time and her annoyance grew.
Not really thinking she called out once again, this time with frustration. "Luke Skywalker!"
"Sith!" Mara mutters to herself realizing that Luke finally stopped and stiffened and that two very curious and very bewildered faces were now moving back and forth, between Luke and her.
"Uh oh," Jaina squeaks out from her place by the picnic basket and looks at R2, the droid whistles in sympathy for the group. They had a lot of explaining to do.
"What's going on here?" Padmè asks standing up, short but intimidating.
Once again Mara cursed and thought that Jaina summed it up pretty nicely. Uh oh, was right.