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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

"Who knows, he could surprise you some day and you will find him petting Sonja. Though we can always amuse ourselves with images of him being fond of a cat, can we not?" Helena was rather amused by that mental image. And it was a bit of revenge for the grief Anakin had given her when her phone had gone and posted that soundbyte of her baby talking Grappler.

Giving Padmé a glance upon hearing the obvious dig at herself, Helena smiled. "You are looking well. How are you and your child doing?" Despite the fact some aspects of motherhood were things Helena could never really talk about, she could still talk about it. She could even talk about Christina, though even the better details of Christina's life tended to come when Helena was comfortable enough to share them.

With the request, Helena poured the tea, then added the designated amount of sugar to one cup and a dash of milk to the other. She handed the cup with sugar to Padmé with a warm smile. "You are most welcome. It is more than refreshing, and overdue, to get to talk with you when my younger self and the younger Anakin are not the catalyst for it." Helena was well aware that it really was only a matter of time before the ickles did something else to upset the balance of life, but she was going to take advantage of the current lull to become better acquainted with Padmé.