Anakin's House, Saturday Afternoon

So. Anakin's front door was blocked by a marzipan boulder and surrounded by a chocolate lava moat. And he was a Jedi, so this was not a problem, this was an easy fix.

Except.

Except.

Juliet insisted on moving the boulder herself with the Force--something about Jaina and Tenel Ka and good practice and girl power and it had been a very long week already and that was before Vladdie had killed three light strings--and so he said fine.

And Juliet had tried. And tried again. And every time it didn't move, the mistletoe on the side of the house said something rude and now he had a crying kid, mistletoe drowning in a lava moat, and--oh good, his shuttle taking off without him in it.

It was fine. Just fine. This was exactly how he thought December would go.