Anakin eyed the door and knew what was beyond that physical barrier. Mounds and mounds of purring puffballs that seemed like an unending avalanche of fluff. He knew the staff worked to keep areas clean but they were losing a war. If they missed just one and thought a corridor was clear and they left it to battle other areas that one would turn into thousands and thousands after one day. And then they were back at square one. If the Separatist had tribbles on their side it would have been a much shorter war.
But it was chilling to think what Palpatine could have done had he had just one tribble at his disposal.
Anakin pushed that thought away, and decided against trudging through that mass of balls of fluff. If the way he looked towards the door didn’t give away his reasons, his tone of voice might have done the trick.
“Uh... We can stay here and talk.”
He moved to the sofa and sat down. “What did you want to ask me?”