Obi-Wan can't help but smirk at her comment. "Well, can't say it doesn't have fine taste."

Easily grabbing the boot out of mid-air, Obi-Wan hops slightly to get it on, the supple leather easily sliding over his foot and ankle before settling and conforming to his foot. It's one of a few pairs of personal shoes he owns, not meant to be worn on missions, and is quite good quality. He has a laissez-faire attitude with most of his possessions - save his lightsaber - but if given the opportunity and choice, he tends to gravitate toward creature comforts. He so often has to do without them, he likes to enjoy nice things when he gets the chance, without expecting them all the time.

Fully dressed now (save for his wayward belt), he looks to Padmé, hands settling easily on his hips. "Shall I try my hand at making lunch? I'm much better at simple fare that requires little preparation, and can be eaten with your hands."