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She stops, turns, and plants her hands on her hips in mock offense. (She isn't offended. If anything, she finds something inexplicably adorable about the way he seems almost paranoid.)

"Is it really that odd of a notion that Anakin and I actually talk? That's what couples do; especially when they're married, Mister Solo."

~~#effingcorellians~~

His hand is rubbing the back of his neck, awkward and boyish, when he turns back to look at her. Given what he knows of Anakin, both now and later, he's still having trouble seeing him as a real entire person with real human relationships.

"Well, when you put it like that..." The point trails off, and he shakes his head as his hand falls to his side. "I don't like not knowing what my reputation is, is all."

"And you presume that you have a reputation?" Padmé questions, tapping her chin with one painted fingernail, circling him like that nexu had when she climbed up a stone pillar to escape it. "Or is it that you're accustomed to having one and expect it to have followed you back in to the past?"

She was toying with him. Perhaps it was a little mean of her, but he was awfully jumpy. She didn't know whether to attribute that to general oddness that Corellians seemed to have about them or something else entirely. Something she was struggling to see.

Hmm...

This got unnerving really quickly. At least with Anakin he had a reason to feel like he was getting sized up like prey.

Still, he's trying very hard to not make the impression he's making on Leia's mother any worse than it already is.

"When people are talking about you, that's a reputation. And a big one is the last thing we need right now." Because while Han's brain glossed over the idea of Anakin and Padmé speaking like a couple, it had spent far too much time considering what Anakin and Palpatine discuss behind closed doors.

"Relax."

Padmé does much the same, her shoulders and stance loosening. Amusement bleeds into her features -- hopefully an obvious sign that she'd been messing with him, nothing more.

"I'll be blunt: You're involved with his daughter. He may not have raised her, but judging by the way my own father reacted to boys Sola and I brought home in our youth, is anything he's had to say about you that's less than flattering really all that surprising?"

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Han sighs, and while the tension doesn't entirely leave his posture he at least manages to stop looking like he just felt a vrelt crawl up his pant leg.

"Not surprising, no." Then he shakes his head a little, a vain attempt to dislodge what's left of this awkward start. "Leia'd probably say plenty of unflattering things on her own anyway."

"Oh, I'm sure she could," Padmé says with confidence, but without the sort of fondness that was present in Anakin's tone when he spoke of his children.

"If you're here to rally against the things I've been told, I assure you, I've yet to make up my mind. I've had some... interesting dealings with the Corellians, but I won't hold that against you."

"Thanks, I think."

He remembers, vaguely, things about Corellia and Naboo, but he'd studied the battles rather than the politics, so whatever recognition he has for the reference is fleeting at best.

"And I did actually come to find your husband. It was either here or trying to find him in the Temple, and I was hoping here I'd get less funny looks." From his tone, it is obvious that he's aware he misjudged.

"He's hiding," she says, amusement blossoming in both her tone and the way she can't seem to stop grinning like a lovesick fool.

"I'd offer up some of his hiding places, but I don't actually know all of them and don't think he'd appreciate me sharing with you the ones I do know."

Yeah, he doesn't miss the way she's smiling. He has a feeling he'd done his share of it even before Hoth, and if this nice woman likes Anakin so much maybe there's hope after all.

"It can wait," he says, and it's entirely true. He could probably talk to Kenobi about it, instead, but that's a whole different set of issues. "Besides," and he looks a little awkward, a little out of his depth, "I'd meant to meet you before now, anyway. Just figured I'd have Leia or Luke with me when I did. Or that you'd have Goldenrod."

"Goldenrod?"

It takes her moment to realize he's talking about Threepio. How he even knows about the droid is beyond her, but she's content to placate whatever other thoughts threaten to plague her with the notion that Leia probably told her about him.

Unlike her husband, there are things that Padmé just isn't keen on knowing. The parts she does are unsettling enough. (Like her absence. Anakin's fall.)

"Threepio is assisting my handmaidens with preparations for tonight's debate. Should I have him brought here?"

Han shakes his head emphatically. "No, that's fine. He interrupts enough as it is without the added opportunity."

Which isn't something Leia would've told him, or known to tell him. Another little oddity, another confirmation of what goes on into the lives of these people from the future from this time that isn't her. Han seems to realize it and looks sheepish.

"Should I go?"

Padmé is, perhaps, the only one outside of Anakin's own mother who had developed a certain genuine fondness for the crotchety droid. His personality was unique, but he was surprisingly well suited to playing assistant to a Galatic Senator. Much better than whatever he was doing on the Lars' moisture farm, judging by how quick Owen was to return the droid to his step-brother.

"No." There grin that pricks the corners of her mouth is almost mischievous in nature. "Ani's not the only one who hides from the spotlight."

Did you notice there was nobody else on this ship, Han? The senator has shed her attendants, her bodyguards, and everyone else who's slated to keep an eye on her.

Which, in her husband's eyes, probably means the duty of watching her has now fallen in your lap, Han.

He's noticing it now, but what he's noticing even more is --

"Ani?"

And he is trying very hard to not laugh.

She clamps a hand over her mouth, wincing visibly. The freedom to talk about Anakin without having to play it off as professional, of being able to call him her husband with someone who wasn't supposed to be a child of hers in another life, apparently came with consequences. Such as blurting out your husband's childhood nickname.

"Pretend you didn't hear that. It's a nickname from another life. He wouldn't appreciate you using it."

He does laugh at that, and nods his agreement. "Don't worry. I don't need to give him another reason to be annoyed with me."

"I'm serious. His mother--"

She was saying too much, but she also knew that the likelihood of Han hearing this from Anakin himself was slim to none.

"His mother used to call him that, and she's not around anymore. Did he tell you that we first met when we were children?"

That's enough to sober the conversation. It's odd that now he's thinking about Tiion Sal-Solo and her brat Thrackan torturing pets, and how despite what he knows about Vader, the wealth of his experience, he can't imagine Padmé speaking like this about Anakin if he had ever been like that.

Han shakes his head, "No. Doesn't really talk much to me, though. Just because I came back with the twins doesn't make me family."

They are close. He is their person as much as Luke and Leia are his people, his good people. But 'family' is something different, especially to Anakin, as far as Han can tell. The lack of Force sensitivity just drives that particular wedge a little deeper.

"The twins," she echoes, something strange and almost distant settling into her expression.

Family is a hard word to apply to them. Blood was a powerful tie, but the word family meant more than that. She had blood relatives on Naboo that she wasn't on speaking terms with, either for differing political reasons (wherein they were unable to separate her personal life from her professional duties) or old quarrels that went back generations. And here, on Coruscant, she had family that she had no formal ties to.

Her handmaidens. Threepio. Members of the Loyalist Committee. Even Obi-Wan, for as much as Anakin might protest the idea that she saw him in such a light.

But those were all people she knew and trusted. Padmé didn't really know her children, and truth be told, a bulk of her faith in them was based solely on Anakin's confidence in them and their identity. Of what the Force -- a power the senator herself didn't possess -- was telling him.

"Whether you're family or not isn't really up to us to decide." Her and Anakin. "That's up to them, and you."

Han knows the feeling. There isn't much he considers family that's got the position through blood ties. Maybe it'd be different if he could feel it the way Luke and Leia and Anakin do, maybe not. He just knows that for now, despite being back in time the same as they are, he's still on the outside looking in a lot more than he'd like.

"I guess," and isn't that an insecure answer he'd really like to move past as he leans as casually as he can manage against the nearest bulkhead. "How'd a senator meet some Jedi kid on Tatooine anyway?"

"Oh, I wasn't a senator," she corrects. "At the time, I was Queen of Naboo, but he didn't know that at first. Nobody did. I think Master Jinn might have suspected, but we had everyone else fooled. Anakin included."

A Queen.

Of course Leia would've been a princess no matter what. Almost like she was destined to be worlds out of his league.

However, his entirely articulate response to that revelation is, "Oh," which he at least manages to make sound interested and curious instead of dumbfounded.

Padmé takes that as a sign to continue.

"I was fourteen, and my planet was under attack. We appealed to Coruscant, and they sent two Jedi -- Obi-Wan and his master, Qui-Gon Jinn -- to assist with the crisis. But staying on Naboo hadn't been an option. My ship was damaged and we were forced to divert course and land on Tatooine in hopes of acquiring parts for repair."

He listens, still leaning against the bulkhead, eyes on the floor as he tries to imagine these two as children. Her very much the same, just smaller. Anakin like some tiny, long haired version of the Luke he'd met on the same planet. It's odd, and he can't quite manage it, so he looks up.

"Pretty tough place to find parts."

"Our engines were failing," Padmé said simply. "We weren't left with much of a choice, and I wasn't about to stand by and let my people be captured by the Trade Federation if wound up dead in the water. I refused to leave myself in a position where my life could be used as a bargaining chip to get my government to fold and cave to their demands."

Even at fourteen, she had her head on tight. She'd gone into politics young, ambitious where other children were focused on having fun.

"Of course, Sabé and I had traded places long before we fled Naboo. If they had succeeded in capturing 'me,' it wouldn't have done them much good. I hid myself among the rest of my handmaidens and accompanied Qui-Gon to Mos Espa as a supposed 'agent' of the queen."

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