[she's had a little time to work at her baking skills, or in particular the non-bread side of it. it's a small box that is delivered to his residence, bearing within several different varieties of cookies, differently spiced - cinnamon, chai, cardamom - a few with glaze.]
I fear I am not yet on the level of a master baker, but you shouldn't find any egg-shells within. Thank you for your friendship. - Padmé
[ The box is a surprise, but even before he's opened it or actually read the note Drake recognizes Padmé's handwriting. He's already smiling to himself as he takes the treats inside, setting the box on the counter and reading the message over several times before putting it on the fridge. Then he's pulling out his device. ]
Got your delivery. Thank you, Padmé. I think you're well on your way to master, but there was one thing missing.
[ More time than Padme might expect passes, before there's a knock at her door. The reason is apparent as soon as she opens it, though -- Drake didn't come straight over. The bag in his hand is from a place he knows she enjoyed, that he hasn't had in awhile either. It wound up one of Ephemera's favorite takeout places and going without him felt wrong, but somehow this doesn't. Like it's not just for him so it's okay? Drake and Padme had ordered from there too, the last time she was in the city.
That feels like forever ago. Just last month feels like forever ago. He looks tired and there are some healing bruises currently turning his jawline interesting colors, but his smile at seeing her is genuine. ]
[She’d give him a hug, but his hands seem rather full as she notes the bag. Catches the scent from it as well. Her smile softens, and she does reach, gently, to cup his cheek for a moment before stepping back to let him enter. Padmé is fond of him, as he has been nothing but welcoming. A kind person. She doesn’t need to read his mind to understand that he had been through something. From his previous replies to the air around him, Padmé can see it herself.]
Come. I can get some tea ready, or if you prefer something else.
[ Oh no, Padme, don't be so sweet. He can't handle it right now... not that he's about to pull away. On the contrary he turns his face just slightly to press into her hand, like he's getting the most out of the touch before pulling away to come further inside. The bag gets set down on the table and he moves to shrug off his jacket. ]
[Her nose scrunches a little and her voice sounds a bit less than impressed, as she has never been fond of the cold. Thankfully it has never gotten to the Ilum level but she would still prefer more temperate weather.
She sets the kettle to boil, before pulling out some plates and utensils, tidies up the table from the random clutter.]
I actually have a roommate now. A nice young man. He puts up with my experiments in baking.
[Grinning ever so, before she moves to take his jacket, hanging it up, and ushering him to take a seat.]
[ Drake chuckles fondly at her obvious distaste, remembering how she'd bundle herself in winter. ]
I'll have to meet him, huh? And if the heat ever goes out here you're both welcome to crash with me.
[ It's a good opening for a suggestive "I'll keep you warm" sort of comment, but Padme knows from experience Drake has never leaned into that kind of flirting. Even when he's absolutely interested. He just hands over his jacket and sits, unpacking containers from the takeout bag. ]
Your dom hasn't brought up getting you your own place yet?
Mm. I believe that his father is here, although I didn’t think to ask his Designation.
[Not exactly a good answer when it comes to that. It is not like one is better when it comes to family and the things that might transpire here. But at least he does have people that he knows. He seems younger than her anyway, although not immature by any means.
Padmé does pause as she slips the coat into the closet. She had remained in the Down for the entirety of her stay last time.]
I haven’t thought to bring it up with Bail.
[She doubts that he would have any issues. The first few months here… Well, she had been a bit of a mess.
She fills the pot with water, before bring it over to the table to steep.]
...huh. Well, he's not the only one with family around.
[ It's weird for some people and not for others. Drake has no way of knowing which category Padme's roommate falls into. ]
You never brought it up with me, either. But I was saving up for it when you-- [ No, he doesn't want to talk about people leaving. Even if she's back and standing right in front of him. ] I'm sorry about that. Didn't have my shit in order yet, back then.
No. Luke visited, although I wasn’t here. Not that he explained that he was my son.
[Not that people would guess off the bat. They are close enough in age that they could be siblings. Mother and son? Only once one wraps their head around the nature of this place.
There is a look of surprise though, which shifts into something warmer. She will always stand by her mentality that he is nice. More than nice. She gives a light squeeze on his shoulder as she passes, before taking a seat of her own.]
I think I would start charging for each time you apologize. I’d be rich in short order.
I’m in a different place now than I was then.
[Although she might guess that something is currently weighing on him. She will broach it, if it doesn’t come up, but would accept if it isn’t something that he wishes to speak about.]
[ Padme gets a look of surprise in return when she mentions Luke -- Drake hadn't known her son was here, and has no idea even now what their relationship was like. But that isn't what he asks about, when she sits down. He doesn't comment on her teasing over his apologies, either. Just studies her for a moment, turning that last statement over in his mind.
A different place.
That was something he'd noticed upon her return, actually. She hadn't seemed ready to talk about home then. Maybe she is now? Drake exhales, then reaches across the small table to serve her first as he asks a question. ]
[He had been here before as well, although at that point, Padmé had had no idea who he was. It had changed since her arrival, and it is one aspect of this place that she is grateful for. She has been able to meet Luke, but she has also been able to learn about Leia from Bail. Younger, mind, but it is more than she would otherwise have been granted.]
Ah. Well. Were- or perhaps if or when- I were to return home, there would be nothing for me. Or maybe whatever comes next.
[ Oh. Drake doesn't falter in his motions, as if he isn't surprised to hear that... but he is grieved by it. There's even a brief moment of guilt, an irrational notion that maybe he doomed her somehow. Everyone he's ever signed with is dead at home. It seems like they just attract one another.
He sets the spoon down once he's served Padme, reaching a little farther to take her hand before moving on to his own plate. ]
[Arguably, it is her own actions that led her into that direction, although Palpatine had had his hand in it, no doubt. Given all that she now knew, he had been behind many events, including Naboo and the assassination attempts on her life previous. A spider with his webs. For all she knows, had she not wed Anakin, the outcome may still have been similar, given her nature and her sense of not standing by while injustice occurs.
There's a soft thanks given as the food is served, and it's a small squeeze given back, resigned. There seems little to be done about it, save to carry on and forward. Insomuch as one can.]
It is not ideal nor what I would have desired, but it is what it is.
[ He doesn't let go, just shifts his grip to rub his thumb over the back of her knuckles. Not everyone does carry on, Drake knows. Of course Padme will, she's one of the strongest people he's ever met... but that doesn't mean it's easy. ]
Take your time. We have to grieve ourselves like anybody else, you know? I'm here if you need to talk about it.
[It is ups and downs. She tries not to think too hard about Anakin, although she isn't sure if that is better or worse. It hadn't truly been him that had raised his hand to her, and she knows that there is still good in him. It is that anger and betrayal in his eyes that had remained with her still.
Bail knows. At least some of the basics. Only Obi-Wan and her know the full extent, the tragedy of it all. Be careful what you wish for, as she had wished to see the end of the war, but with the premise the Republic would resume and she might retire at some point.]
The same goes for you as well, Drake. You look a little haggard, if you'll excuse the word choice.
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I fear I am not yet on the level of a master baker, but you shouldn't find any egg-shells within. Thank you for your friendship.
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Got your delivery. Thank you, Padmé. I think you're well on your way to master, but there was one thing missing.
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It wasn't the sugar, was it? I've learned to label my jars.
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No, it's company to share them with.
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You can share them with others. Although your company is always welcome.
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Are you still in the free housing?
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But I am still there, yes.
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[ More time than Padme might expect passes, before there's a knock at her door. The reason is apparent as soon as she opens it, though -- Drake didn't come straight over. The bag in his hand is from a place he knows she enjoyed, that he hasn't had in awhile either. It wound up one of Ephemera's favorite takeout places and going without him felt wrong, but somehow this doesn't. Like it's not just for him so it's okay? Drake and Padme had ordered from there too, the last time she was in the city.
That feels like forever ago. Just last month feels like forever ago. He looks tired and there are some healing bruises currently turning his jawline interesting colors, but his smile at seeing her is genuine. ]
Hey.
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[She’d give him a hug, but his hands seem rather full as she notes the bag. Catches the scent from it as well. Her smile softens, and she does reach, gently, to cup his cheek for a moment before stepping back to let him enter. Padmé is fond of him, as he has been nothing but welcoming. A kind person. She doesn’t need to read his mind to understand that he had been through something. From his previous replies to the air around him, Padmé can see it herself.]
Come. I can get some tea ready, or if you prefer something else.
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Tea sounds great, actually. It's getting cold out.
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[Her nose scrunches a little and her voice sounds a bit less than impressed, as she has never been fond of the cold. Thankfully it has never gotten to the Ilum level but she would still prefer more temperate weather.
She sets the kettle to boil, before pulling out some plates and utensils, tidies up the table from the random clutter.]
I actually have a roommate now. A nice young man. He puts up with my experiments in baking.
[Grinning ever so, before she moves to take his jacket, hanging it up, and ushering him to take a seat.]
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I'll have to meet him, huh? And if the heat ever goes out here you're both welcome to crash with me.
[ It's a good opening for a suggestive "I'll keep you warm" sort of comment, but Padme knows from experience Drake has never leaned into that kind of flirting. Even when he's absolutely interested. He just hands over his jacket and sits, unpacking containers from the takeout bag. ]
Your dom hasn't brought up getting you your own place yet?
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[Not exactly a good answer when it comes to that. It is not like one is better when it comes to family and the things that might transpire here. But at least he does have people that he knows. He seems younger than her anyway, although not immature by any means.
Padmé does pause as she slips the coat into the closet. She had remained in the Down for the entirety of her stay last time.]
I haven’t thought to bring it up with Bail.
[She doubts that he would have any issues. The first few months here… Well, she had been a bit of a mess.
She fills the pot with water, before bring it over to the table to steep.]
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[ It's weird for some people and not for others. Drake has no way of knowing which category Padme's roommate falls into. ]
You never brought it up with me, either. But I was saving up for it when you-- [ No, he doesn't want to talk about people leaving. Even if she's back and standing right in front of him. ] I'm sorry about that. Didn't have my shit in order yet, back then.
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[Not that people would guess off the bat. They are close enough in age that they could be siblings. Mother and son? Only once one wraps their head around the nature of this place.
There is a look of surprise though, which shifts into something warmer. She will always stand by her mentality that he is nice. More than nice. She gives a light squeeze on his shoulder as she passes, before taking a seat of her own.]
I think I would start charging for each time you apologize. I’d be rich in short order.
I’m in a different place now than I was then.
[Although she might guess that something is currently weighing on him. She will broach it, if it doesn’t come up, but would accept if it isn’t something that he wishes to speak about.]
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A different place.
That was something he'd noticed upon her return, actually. She hadn't seemed ready to talk about home then. Maybe she is now? Drake exhales, then reaches across the small table to serve her first as he asks a question. ]
What place is that, Padme?
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Ah. Well. Were- or perhaps if or when- I were to return home, there would be nothing for me. Or maybe whatever comes next.
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He sets the spoon down once he's served Padme, reaching a little farther to take her hand before moving on to his own plate. ]
You're in good company, but I'm so sorry, Padme.
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There's a soft thanks given as the food is served, and it's a small squeeze given back, resigned. There seems little to be done about it, save to carry on and forward. Insomuch as one can.]
It is not ideal nor what I would have desired, but it is what it is.
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Take your time. We have to grieve ourselves like anybody else, you know? I'm here if you need to talk about it.
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Bail knows. At least some of the basics. Only Obi-Wan and her know the full extent, the tragedy of it all. Be careful what you wish for, as she had wished to see the end of the war, but with the premise the Republic would resume and she might retire at some point.]
The same goes for you as well, Drake. You look a little haggard, if you'll excuse the word choice.
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