“It’s Valentine’s Day, and it won’t kill you to dance just a little bit.”
Padme put out both arms, gesturing the person closer. When this was over, and the gods of the game stopped feeling generous (and probably drunk on champagne behind the controls), they were all probably going to die anyway. So maybe she’d had a few drinks--and at least a dozen chocolate covered strawberries--and the mix of alcohol and sugar rush was making her reckless. But it was better than wondering what next giant goldfish/strange dangerous jumbo-pet might kill try and kill them all.





