"Thanks again for taking me on a walk..." Padmé smiled at N'ezzakin.
"No problem.." N'ezzakin said.
N'ezzakin and Padmé had been living in a city on a faraway planet for the past two months. Padmé was extremely pregnant at the moment, and she wanted to get out more, so every day she and N'ezzakin would walk around their new dwelling.
"I've been wondering, though..." Padmé said, gazing up at her husband. "Will our child be accepted by society if it's the result of a Jedi marriage? Like when he or she is enrolled in school?"
"School?!" N'ezzakin laughed. "Who cares about that?! We'll just raise little "Junior" on 'Dora the Explorer' and the whole OYSTER'S HIS WORLD!"
"It's 'the world is his oyster.'" Padmé replied.
"Oh, yeah." N'ezzakin replied.
That night, after the couple watched the Lawrence Welk show, N'ezzakin had the strangest dream...that his beautiful wife would die in childbirth. Padmé assured him that this was all nonsense, but N'ezzakin was still unsure, so he went out.
"Can you get me some ghost pepper hot wings?" Padmé called as she watched N'ezzakin leave. "—with PEANUT BUTTER?!"