OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (

Bag in one hand, the other holding onto the trolley handle, Anakin felt his back pocket vibrate. He prayed Padmé wasn’t asking him to go back to pick up something else. The text he received, however, was almost on par with that.

He wasn’t a chef. Just as he had no palate for choosing what to eat for himself, he didn’t contain the gift of choosing for others. He didn’t know how to make a fruit salad, and he was fairly certain even if he understood the mechanics, he would be terrible at it.

>> Meet me in the kitchens. I don’t know even the basics of what you want.

If she wanted the right taste to her food, she was going to have to make that herself. After all, she was the cook between the two of them.

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