"Was I amused when you received your Padawan?" Padmé smiled, letting a breath out and wondering if she was enjoying curling up against Anakin a little too much. It was a bit - much, for a public display, given the fact they weren't married yet. But at the same time, Padmé didn't care. She was tired of hiding, of caution. She was a week away from being married to Anakin; if she felt less guilt over it, she would've already been sleeping in the same bed as Anakin. She wouldn't have done anything inappropriate, but she liked being close to him. "You do seem good with younger people, so long as they don't have a blaster."
"Luke is still a Skywalker. There's something about the name that - we're linked to, regardless, and I want to be linked. I know I don't know Leia, but if she comes here at any age, I want to have it - open as well. Perhaps something hyphenated?" Skywalker had a positive meaning behind it and Padmé didn't want that lost. She wanted him to have the option, though. If he wanted to cut ties, she wouldn't argue.