Dear Vader,

Yesterday I asked Anakin if we could go relax at the beach, you know, to calm his nerves. Then he became all frantic, but he hides it from me, saying 'You sound like a Separatist, Padmé.' I kept wondering all day, walking around in my apartment wearing my nightgown. What on Coruscant is he talking about? Just now, when I realized this: HE DOESN'T LIKE SAND. I now remember what he said on Naboo: 'I don't like sand it's coarse, rough and irritating—and it gets everywhere...' Oh dear.