Obi-Wan glances down at his own attire, and can't quite hold back the self-deprecating smirk. It's one of many things he's aware people - especially women, it seems - take care and time to do, but he's never understood what precisely is done that requires so much time and effort. And why it's worth it, when it's just the two of them. Some other time, he'll laze around and just enjoy watching her get dressed, and see precisely what it is she does.

For now, Obi-Wan nods, moving over to press a kiss to her lips, brushing a hand over her unbound hair. "I'll see what I can manage."

Heading to the kitchen, Obi-Wan begins taking stock of the food that's available - quite a lot, and most of it fresh. He collects fruits, some cheese that he cuts into cubes, meat that he leaves to eat by itself or with the cheese, a cracker he hasn't encountered before, but it's dense and, after trying it with a bit of cheese, adds it to the group. He also makes simple sandwiches, cutting them in half for easier handling. Everything is bundled together in food-cloths... And then he realizes he has no idea how they'll transport it. Padmé specifically mentioned picnic, so he assumes there's a basket around somewhere, but he'd rather wait for her, rather than go rummaging around, hoping to find it.

It's taken him long enough to gather the food, she should be almost ready, so Obi-Wan leans against the counter, content to wait.