[And there it is -- the groan and great roll of her eyes that he might find more familiar than the grown woman she was slowly molding into. Her brow creases suspiciously, because Anakin is just as likely to be kidding as he isn't.]
What's that supposed to mean?
[Her arms fold, and she musters up the most unimpressed look she can muster. She can feel him thinking about escorts, and her chest puffs indignantly.
Yeah, he had rubbed off on her far more than the council would ever approve of. As if their opinion meant anything to her anymore.]
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What's that supposed to mean?
[Her arms fold, and she musters up the most unimpressed look she can muster. She can feel him thinking about escorts, and her chest puffs indignantly.
Yeah, he had rubbed off on her far more than the council would ever approve of. As if their opinion meant anything to her anymore.]