"Sorry about the droid thing." Sabé apologized to the young queen as she washed the disguising make-up from her own face.
"Padmé handed her bodyguard a towel. "Don't worry about it. I knew you were only trying to help."
"I'm not really sure how you're going to go about this. The man is practically unapproachable. If you had your sights set on the younger one, it would be a different story.Qui-Gon Jinn is a Jedi Master, your highness."
"So?" Padmé responded naively as she began to change out of her orange handmaiden gown.
"So?" Sabé repeated with disbelief. "You actually think he is going to be willing to marry someone less than half his age? He doesn't seem the type."
"What type does he seem, Sabé?" Padmé asked.
"The type that is oozing with serenity, maturity, and too serious about his job to take the time to bother with romance. That type." Sabé stated bluntly.
"That's exactly why I like him." Padmé countered. "He is so calm and cool. So humble. So mature." Padmé noted the look on Sabé's face that told her the handmaiden was about to make a snide comment, so she hurried on. "Okay. Enough with the 'old' jokes. Am I actually to suppose to go after the apprentice just because he is closer to my age? Is that what you think? Didn't you see the way he acted in the hangar?"
"Yes." Sabé answered back with a scowl of distaste as she helped Padmé dress in her royal gown.
"It's no wonder why Panaka doesn't like him. 'I'll take care of that.'" Padmé said in a mocking tone, doing her best impression of the young apprentice.
"He might as well have said – 'Everyone stand back and watch the amazing lightsaber skills of Obi-Wan Kenobi! Because you guys can't handle it!'"
Sabé snickered as Padmé twirled and leapt about the room, pretending to wield a lightsaber, leaping up onto the sleeping couch, triumphantly raising her arms andjumping up and down.
She then stopped jumping and made a sour face. "Obi-Wan. Who ever heard of a name like that? Obi-Wan." She repeated. "Sounds like a feminine hygiene product."
"It's too bad you dislike him so much," Sabé responded as Padmé jumped down off the bed. "Because it looks like you're going to have a better opportunity to spend time with him instead of Qui-Gon."
"What do you mean?" Padmé asked the handmaiden.
"I overheard your Jedi-Lover talking with the Captain. Apparently, they agreed that Qui-Gon and that gungan are going into town alone to try and locate some parts to fix our ship."
"The gungan? Why is he taking Jar-Jar with him?"
"I suppose because Obi-Wan can't stand being around him." Sabé moved to the counter to prepare the bottles of face paint for the queen. "Maybe Qui-Gon is afraid his apprentice will pull some kind of Jedi mind whammy on the poor creature."
Padmé adjusted the collar of her gown and sat on the tall stool located in front of the dressing mirror. "That would be funny if it weren't true." Padmé replied. "See? I'm not the only one not to trust the guy."
Sabé began lightly applying the white powder to Padmé's face, but was stopped abruptly by a firm grip on her arm.
"Wait. I've got an idea." Padmé hopped off the dressing stool and began changing clothes.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going with them." The young queen stated matter-of-factly, tossing articles of clothing over a nearby chair.
"Are you insane? Because we already all know you're crazy."
"Ha, ha." Padmé mocked. "Help me dress."
"You can't seriously want to go into Mos Espa." Sabé argued as she searched for appropriate clothing. "It's like 110 degrees out there!"
"It's better than being stuck on board with Mr. Cranky Apprentice." Padmé countered as she donned the itchy tunic that would allow her to blend into the Tatooine population. "Plus, it's the only way I can spend time with my Jedi-Lover." She teased.
"I still don't think it's a good idea." Sabé argued. "Mos Espa is a dangerous place. You be sure to stay close to Qui-Gon."
"Oh, don't worry." Padmé said with a wink and a grin. "You know I will."