Chapter Thirteen (Epilogue)

"Too old you are to display emotions such as this." Master Yoda scolded his finest council member, but Mace Windu ignored him, reaching across the table for another unused napkin, into which he blew his nose.

"I can't help it." The older man sniffled as he watched Obi-Wan and Padmé move across the dance floor, pressed so tightly against one another that no one would dare cut in. "They belong together. It's just so beautiful." The council member dabbed at a tear that had gathered in the corner of his eye.

"Keep this up, how long will you? Altarian crystals, expensive they are."

"I know. They cost me almost my entire savings, but it was worth it." Another large smile spread across the Jedi's face as he watched the dancers retire to the balcony, arms still wrapped around one another. Mace leaned back in his seat and smugly crossed his arms.

Yoda, looking rather annoyed at the moment, cocked his ear and eyed the grinning council member warily. "Next holiday's setup already planning, aren't you?"

"You know I am." Mace admitted with a smirk. "Although I am hoping that a bodyguard has less expensive taste than a senator."

Yoda followed Mace's line of sight to see Obi-Wan's padawan, Anakin Skywalker spinning around the dance floor with Senator Amidala's bodyguard.

He leaned back in his own seat and released a sigh along with his aggravation into the Force. What else could he do?