What's wrong with Ahsoka?

Padme listened to R2D2 playback her holographic message to Dormé, with instructions on her duties and responsibilities. Satisfied with what she heard, she addressed him. "Thank you R2, send that to Dormé when ready."

R2D2 chirped once and left.

Padme laid her forehead in her hand. Padme could easily trust Dorme with this, she'd done well the last time. That wasn't what Padme was worried about. It was the order to do absolutely nothing that she was struggling with.

Padme was a do-er. She had to do something of use, otherwise she'd be irritating and fidgeting all the time. Leaving Coruscant she could go without. Not leaving the building alone was pushing it, but she could handle that. She'd just have to get used to many eyes watching her enjoy herself, no matter how uncomfortable she felt.

But having someone with her twenty-four seven. She didn't even have that with her decoys or hand maidens on Naboo. She was with Anakin the last time this happened, and it was completely different because...well, she was smitten.

Ahsoka would be one of her top choices in whose company she'd enjoy, but she didn't want to see her orange skin in her peripheral all hours of the day. And they were both girls, they might kill one another if they weren't careful...Ahsoka would most certainly have the best chance of succeeding.

But she would never let down the Jedi council, and especially Anakin. She'd endure General Grievous everyday, all day for him. Ahsoka Tano was definitely the better preference in that sense.

Padme sucked it up and decided to check-up on her new guardian. This really should be the other way round shouldn't it, but she'd cut the Jedi some slack.

She found the former Padawan in the guest bedroom. The Togruta eating from a knapsack whilst storing her clothes away using the ****. "Do Jedi even need hands anymore? Does the **** do everything now inside and outside of saber duels?" the senator asked.

Her question was rhetorical but Ahsoka replied as if she was being sincere. "We use our hands for direction and accuracy to begin with, but the more attuned to the **** we become the less we need hand movements. Unless the target needs more than half-power to manipulate."

Padme hummed in pretend interest. "How enlightening, what I meant to ask is why are all Jedi so lazy?"

Ahsoka became embarrassed. "Master Skywalker is worse, I was his Padawan." Ahsoka then threw a counter-attack back at her "you would do this if you could."

"I happen to believe the contrary. I enjoy keeping my body going." Padme sounded confident and unashamed, leaving Ahsoka's response affectless.

Ahsoka grumbled under her breath, whereas the senator admired her spirit. Padme plucked a top out of the air. "Allow me."

"Thanks" Ahsoka replied, putting more focus on eating now her concentration had nullified.

Pansy stored two items of clothing by hand before stopping. "I can hardly stand-what is that?"

Ahsoka stopped chewing and **** back a belch. "Colo claw fish bites."

Padme scratched her eyebrow with one hand and put her other on her hip. "Ahsoka...there are a team of fine people just a few floors down who will be delighted to provide something much more dinner appropriate. And doesn't smell foul."

"Now who's being lazy?"

Padme was about to groan in annoyance and turn away, when Ahsoka instead chose to groan in pain. She clutched her stomach as if something was eating away at her bowels.

"Ahsoka?" Padme asked with concern. Thinking quickly she offered "shall I get some medical assistance?"

"Owweee, I don't think I'll eat any more of them" she shoved the knapsack away and chose to lay on her back.

"Where did you get those fish bites?" Padme sternly asked.

"Jakku" Ahsoka answered with a wince.

"Jakku! You bought this on Jakku? "trustworthy" old Jakku?"

"There was a market, and we needed food for the trip here" Ahsoka defended.

Padme wanted to, but refrained from lecturing her. "Let me see them."

Padme snatched the knapsack, and with a wrinkled nose she scavenged through. "They're foul, with or without poisoning. I can't tell if they are good or not. We'll have to test them for bacteria."

"Cool, you do that. I'll go with you."

-Ten Minutes Later-

Padme read the results and couldn't believe what she saw. They were perfectly fine. Relatively fresh, no lethal bacteria to speak of. But where were the stomach aches coming from?

"Well Ahsoka, perhaps you're allergic to colo claw fish, is this the first time you've eaten colo claw?" Padme looked at Ahsoka who hadn't said a word in the entire ten minute wait for the results. She was still grasping her abdomen and looking very sorry for herself. She grunted in response.

"Well, just rest for a while and see if the pain goes away on its own. If not I can call for medical support."

Ahsoka didn't respond and hobbled back to Padme's quarters. The Senator watched her go, anxious about whether the teenage Jedi Knight will be her normal self.