It is because she adores him that her thoughts have wandered so. Padmé has never been one to take casual lovers, and her attempts at romantic relationships have always been curtailed by her partner's career and her own dedication to serving her people. But this, this thing that have found themselves whirled into, has changed the stakes. No longer is it one or the other, because they are one and the same.

Another laugh bubbles out of her at the completely ridiculous image he has conjured in her mind, and she's grateful they've reached the top of the steps, otherwise she might well have tumbled down them amidst her giggles. "Well, so long as we have a plan," she manages while catching her breath, opening the door to the kitchens and unleashing the scent of the vegetable stew and freshly baked bread.

"I thought we might eat down here," she explains, gesturing to the small wooden table set up at the side of the room, clearly meant as a spot for the cooks to rest in between duties. "There's a formal dining room upstairs, but I must admit it's a bit too formal and imposing." This is much more her style when she's not at a diplomatic function or talking business with a fellow politician.