When Helena stepped – tentatively – into the stall, Anakin rose from where he was crouched and grabbed a towel from off the work table to wipe his hands clean.
“Yes,” he said readily. “It’s magic. And something my younger self cannot affect with the Force. Anyone looking into the stall from outside won’t see anything inside. That’s one measure. The other is the perimeter of the stall is surrounded by something that prevents those under a certain age from entering. The appearance of nothing in the stall should prevent those two from investigating for a time.” Anakin was beaming as he explained. He knew that nothing would deter those two children indefinitely, but for the moment his younger self seemed to have fallen for the ruse. And that was an accomplishment worthy of celebration.
“It won’t stop them forever, but it should give us time to come up with other counter measures.” Saying it like that made it seem like they were waging a war against a clever foe. In a way, they were.