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As it happened, the next item was a pale blue headband, with engravings on it that looked fit for a senator, yet at the same time, just...normal looking. It was what Leia would call a family outfit, as she glanced at the blue skirt and top that went with it.

Both her and Luke closed their eyes again, and fell into the darkness.

Around a dinning table sat three people. A much younger Padme, a much younger Anakin, and a man who could only be Padme's father.

He was a strong shouldered man with a face that was plain and strong and passionate all at once. He wore his brown hair short, but still it was a bit out of place, a bit...comfotable.

Anakin, however, was quite the opposite. His clothes were tight and crisp, and his muscles under them seemed taught with readiness. His sandy blonde hair was cropped short now, except for the thin braid indicative of his status as a Jedi Padawan. His blue eyes, so different from the evil yellow ones on Mustafar, flashed repeatedly, as if bursts of energy were escaping.

Padme was young, beautiful, but troubled. Something had happened recently that had caused her pain and suffering...not physically, but emotionally. However, she was still as beautiful as ever, her chocolate brown curls flowing freely down her back, and the blue headband sitting neatly ontop of her head. Despite whatever had happened, for the moment she seemed happy and content. Her deep brown eyes, so different to Anakin's, also flashed, but with determination and courage.

The three of them were sitting at the diner table, comfortably quiet and listening to the bustle in the next room, which included the clanking of stoneware plates and mugs, and someone repeatedly saying "Too much, Mum."

Everytime she said that, Padme and her father Ruwee would smile knowingly.

"I doubt they've been starving all the way from Coruscant," an exasperated, and much younger Sola said as she exited the kitchen, glancing back over her shoulder as she spoke. She returned carrying a bowl full of food.

"Enough to feed the town?" Padme asked Sola quietly as her older sister put the bowl on the table.

"You know Mum," came the answer, and the tone told them that this wasn't an isolated incident, and that Jobal was quite the hostess.

Despite the fact that Padme had eaten recently, the bowl of food looked and smelled temptingly good, as always.

"No-one has ever left this house hungry," Sola explained to Anakin.

"Well one person did once," Padme corrected. "But Mum chased him down and dragged him back in."

"To feed him or eat him?" the quick-witted Padawan retorted, and the other three stared at him for a moment before catching on and bursting out in laughter.

They were still chuckling when Jobal entered the room, holding an even larger bowl of steaming food, which of course only made them laugh all the harder. But then Jobal fixed an imposing glare over her family and the chuckling quieted.

"They arrived just in time for dinner," Jobal said. "I know what that means." She sat the plate down near Anakin and put her hand on his shoulder. "I hope you're hungry, Anakin."

"A little," he said and looked up, giving her a warm smile. The look of gratitude wasn't lost on Padme's face. she tossed a little wink his way when he looked back at her.

"He's being polite Mum," she said. "We're starving."

Jobal grinned widely and nodded, offering superior glances at Sola and Ruwee, who just laughed again. It was all so comfortable, so natural.

"If you're starving, then you came to the right place at the right time," Ruwee said, looking at Anakin as he finished. "Eat up son!"

Jobal and Sola took their seats and began passing the food around. Anakin took a good helping of several different dishes. The food was unfamiliar, but the smells told him that he wouldn't be dissapointed. He sat quietly as he ate, only listening to the conversation with half an ear, whilst sneaking glances at Padme as he ate. Padme was also sneaking glances at him, but in more of a suspicious way, like she thought he was up to something.

Some time passed before Anakin was drawn back into the converstaion. He was cued by the sudden seriousness in Jobal's voice as she said to Padme, "Honey, it's so good to see you safe. We were so worried."

Anakin looked up just in time to see the intense, dissaproviing glare that Padme answered with. Ruwee, obviously trying to dispel the tension before it could really begin, put his hand on Jobal's arm and quietly said "Dear-"

"I know, I know!" said the suddenly animated Jobal. "But I had to say it. Now it's done."

Sola cleared her throat. "Well this is exciting. Do you know, Anakin, your the first boyfriend my little sister's ever brought home."

"Sola!" Padme exclaimed, rolling her eyes at her older sister. "He's not my boyfriend. He's a Jedi assigned by the Senate to protect me - "

Both of them fell back through the blackness and onto the bed they had been sitting on. Han was standing infront of them with an amused expression on his face, and as though he wasn't sure that they were really out of their trance like state, waved a hand infront of Leia. She slapped it hard in frustration and he withdrew quickly.

"Jeez woman, what's up with you? I come in here and find you in a kind of trance, then you wake up and slap me! Have I missed something here!"

"You idiot! Why did you have to ruin it!" Leia cried, standing up and getting ready to hit Han again. Han cowered away into a corner and looked to Luke for help, but the troubled Jedi was too deep in either shock or thought to notice.

Why did Sola lie to us? Why didn't she tell us she's our aunt? And why was our father assigned to protect our mother?

So many questions swum around in his head that part of him wished he'd never found the suitcase. Glancing back at another head dress that sat ontop, he decided that he'd had enough for now. He'd ask Sola some questions and return to this later.

"Come on Leia, lets go and ask Sola about our mother," he said at last, taking Leia's arm gently in his own. All of Leia's anger towards Han was quickly replaced with a new anger towards their aunt.

"Yeah, let's go!" she snapped, storming out of the room, with Luke close behind. Han was left standing in the corner, scratching his head and wondering just what kind of maddness he'd married into.