"His life was very hard," Anakin agreed, reaching his finger out to touch her image. If she asked...well, comlink interference was a concern.

It could happen. Even on his comlink.

"So there he was in the middle of the dance floor praying that the drunken Gamorrean Senator didn't puke in his boots--again--as the older, useless Jedi was hiding in a corner trying not to laugh himself to death. Because he'd made a special dance request, you see, and his dear friend was about to do the stupidest choreography in that or any other galaxy."