[ Well if nothing else Anakin still wears his thoughts on his sleeves. His reaction makes her acutely aware of her clothing situation, and she pulls it back up, looking away for a moment as well, before she bites her bottom lip and starts a new. ]
And you, Anakin. Would you accompany me to the laundry? I fear they've given me the wrong clothes.
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And you, Anakin. Would you accompany me to the laundry? I fear they've given me the wrong clothes.