MHA #19, Saturday Morning

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Well, Jane had for sure gone to bed as Jane Foster. Which was perfectly normal and fine for this island. But she then went and woke up as a galactic senator who for sure was confused by the non-secret husband in her bed.

And yes, her hair and makeup was somehow perfect upon waking up. And the pajamas were just unnecessarily elaborate.

Because reasons. George Lucas reasons.

"Hello?"

[for sp and the poor, poor boyfriend]

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"Does this happen a lot?" Padme asked, wrinkling up her nose at the idea of never being sure who you'd be waking up next to.

[single_man_tear]

“Not everyday,” Dean said getting out of bed and pulling on a shirt. “For me it’s randomly turning into a dog. Want breakfast?”

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You know what? She was just going to accept that as fact.

"That'd be very kind of you."

The putting on a shirt was a little sad. She might be secretly married, but she had eyes.

[single_man_tear]

Padme! You hussy! Don’t let Anakin find out. Dean likes his limbs where they are.

“Yeah, that’s me. Kindness all over,” Dean scoffed as he pulled on his required flannel shirt. “I’m Dean Winchester but I doubt that means anything to you. Where do you hail from, Patsy?”

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She had eyes!

"Padme," she corrected easily. "I'm from Naboo originally, but I've spent most of my time on Coruscant recently."

Those sounded normal and familiar, right?