[ Before the war, Padmé was rarely recognized outside senatorial functions, despite how often she spoke up in the chamber for various causes. War changes everything, though, and she's been one of the leaders of the movement to end the war and resume diplomacy. It's strange to be noticed in public like this; her four years as queen hadn't prepared her for it when she'd never been seen in public without the traditional royal makeup.
She knows it's been much the same for Obi-Wan, a strange and fairly severe shift in his life as the Jedi were forced into positions of leadership in the military. And for him and Anakin to be used so often to sway public support... Her thoughts on the matter are not the sort she dares share in public. ]
What a good idea.
[ Her voice is as quiet as his, and she covers their private conversation by offering a well-practiced, cordial smile to another pair of onlookers who have very clearly noticed their presence as well if their furtive glances and murmured words are anything to go by.
It's a relief when it's their turn to order. Padmé orders a triple caf with a splash of milk, strong and slightly bitter but highly effective — and also quick to make. ]
[ Obi-Wan's favourite caf method entails a slow pour-over to exact temperatures and exact timing, stirring and counting, a whole procedure. It's a slow and meditative process, largely meant for the calm in the brewing as well—
but they're at a cafe with a long line and they don't have the time, so he simply orders his caf black with a dash of cardamom, and he takes a honeyed pastry with him as they make their way into the back. Blessedly, it's quieter back here. It's not the lunchtime rush, so there aren't too many people crowded into the tables in the fresh air, and it means they can take their seats in the shade beneath a blackneedle tree, the gentle twittering of birds overhead.
It's peaceful. Perhaps not as peaceful as the Jedi temple is supposed to be, but nowadays the temple is a hive of activity and buzzing wartime energy, so he's glad of the opportunity to step away from it for a little while. He imagines the Senate building is in a similar position. ]
So while we were being frivolous, you were working through the night. My shame is acute.
[ He always sounds light like this, only half-serious. ]
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She knows it's been much the same for Obi-Wan, a strange and fairly severe shift in his life as the Jedi were forced into positions of leadership in the military. And for him and Anakin to be used so often to sway public support... Her thoughts on the matter are not the sort she dares share in public. ]
What a good idea.
[ Her voice is as quiet as his, and she covers their private conversation by offering a well-practiced, cordial smile to another pair of onlookers who have very clearly noticed their presence as well if their furtive glances and murmured words are anything to go by.
It's a relief when it's their turn to order. Padmé orders a triple caf with a splash of milk, strong and slightly bitter but highly effective — and also quick to make. ]
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but they're at a cafe with a long line and they don't have the time, so he simply orders his caf black with a dash of cardamom, and he takes a honeyed pastry with him as they make their way into the back. Blessedly, it's quieter back here. It's not the lunchtime rush, so there aren't too many people crowded into the tables in the fresh air, and it means they can take their seats in the shade beneath a blackneedle tree, the gentle twittering of birds overhead.
It's peaceful. Perhaps not as peaceful as the Jedi temple is supposed to be, but nowadays the temple is a hive of activity and buzzing wartime energy, so he's glad of the opportunity to step away from it for a little while. He imagines the Senate building is in a similar position. ]
So while we were being frivolous, you were working through the night. My shame is acute.
[ He always sounds light like this, only half-serious. ]