Fresh from her meeting with the Chancellor, Nalanda received Bail Organa in the lower part of her apartment. Her elaborate coiffure and dress might have suited the seriousness of the Chancellor’s office, but in the relative quiet of her apartment with the couches, fountain and flowers it seemed a little overdone. “Eavesdropping?” Anakin smiled as Padmé passed him in the corridor. He was not eavesdropping, merely standing in the doorway so he could watch Nalanda and for the most part he ignored their conversation. It didn’t really interest him, and he had heard it all before anyway. “So?”