She could remember those first flirtings that he had given, shy and fumbling attempts to impress. Back then she had denied the attraction that had been instantaneous for her. Yet she loved that part of him as much as any other, and paused for a moment, the warmth of his fingers pleasant against her own cold skin.

She took a seat though across from him, and while it seemed that he was thinking over something, Padmé didn't know what. She did know that he had been talking about food when he arrived, and she made a little motion with her head toward the food even as she lifted her cup of tea to her lips. "Has love not only made you blind but full as well?"