#tonberrie

"I would prefer not to."

It takes a moment for Anakin, head stuck in his tunic, to free himself enough to shoot a confused frown Cody's way. "Why not?"

Cody takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "For one thing, your wife will be there," he points out drolly. "I'd assume you'd want to spend your leave with her, since we see each other during campaigns."

"Point," Anakin says, head still tilted to one side, like he doesn't quite recognize a tune. "One of her wives will be there, too, if that helps?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Cody rolls so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed, grabs one of the Jedi's boots, and chucks it at his head. "I'm trying to help you here, verd'ika," he says very patiently. "You're the romantic, aren't you?"

Anakin smiles, softly, and Cody chucks the other boot at him.

"Padmé and Rabé want to meet you," he says, unbothered, still looking annoyingly soft about the whole thing. "And I'd like you to meet Padmé. If you want, that is."