Padme's Monday Office Hours

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Padme sits at her desk, half-heatedly going through tests. She ponders appointing an assistant, at least to relieve some of the pyschological trauma of some of the answers from the Advanced Negotiations essay questions.

Her door is open a crack and the coffee-maker is brewing away.

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[padmeofnaboo.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it was the replicator's fault. Bad programming."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin stared at his feet for a moment. "I had kind of tinkered with the replicator, too, to make it anticpate our needs quicker. That's why it didn't quite listen to my whole order." He smiled, a grin of pure mischief. "I've gotten much better at fixing things since then, though."

[OOC: Edited to spell words, like my name, correctly. Oy.]

[padmeofnaboo.livejournal.com]

"Not that I don't trust you, don't try to fix my microwave."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin finished his coffee with a shrug. "Your loss, really." He smirked. "I've gotten much better with my hands."

He put his mug down and stood up. "Need to be heading to class now, I guess. I couldn't resist a chance to see you, though."

[padmeofnaboo.livejournal.com]

"I don't doubt it. Any of it." She smiled.

"Really though, I think it needs an exorcist."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin's eyebrows went up. "Heard there's one of those in town now. Weird. I promise not to go near the microwave unless it starts something with me first, all right?"

He smiled and wondered what Padme would do if he tried to give her a kiss in her office.