I am NOT and Never Will Be A Jedi

Sugar Hangover

        I honestly couldn't tell you what happened next. From what Anakin told me, after consuming a total of a dozen honey melon cookies, a quart of Denta Bean Ice Cream, seven and a half slices of Eeopie cream pie, nine Muja muffins, and a wopping twenty-five mouth-watering Sticky Sweetmallow Squares, I went into a sugar coma. Surprising, right?
         The next morning, I awoke in Anakin's room. A layer of eeopie cream glazed my sticky shirt as I sat up. Anakin was spinning around in his swivel chair. "Welcome back to Coruscant, Grease!" he greeted with amusement. I shielded my eyes from the sunlight that streamed through the window. "What happened?" I asked.
        Anakin chuckled to himself before answering. "I must say Grease, your metabolism is truly amazing. You ate so much last night that you never even got to that chocolate cake." I groaned as my stomach ached. I couldn't even remember that night. All that I could recall was dancing the tango with Anakin. It still haunts me to this very day.
        "Don't worry," he continued, "I brought you home a slice!" I sat up, slightly thankful for his consideration. But then he flashed his toothy grin, "But I got hungry and ate it."
         Good old Anakin.
         I turned over as my stomach made a noise that sounds a little like Huttese. The flavor of sweet mallow lingered on my mouth as I licked my lips. Anakin pointed to the refresher. "Go clean yourself up," he instructed. I looked at him curiously, "But we don't have school today."
       Anakin sat me up using the Force so he could look me in the eyes. "I know. We're going to the art museum." He tossed me my communicator. I had two missed calls from Padme saying to meet her at the Republic Art Museaum at two o'clock.
        For a second, I thought Anakin would be upset. I guess he must have Force read my thoughts. "I'm not upset. It's really a brilliant idea. We go to the museum, meet up with Padme, and then you casually excuse yourself so Padme and I can spend some alone time!" I finally remembered everything that had happened before I pigged out on dessert at the party. Everything, including Palo.
        "Well actually I-" I stuttered. Anakin didn't waste time listening and instead shoved me into the refresher. "Shower now, talk later!"
         So I took a shower. And the whole time, I imagined how the double layered, Quark frosted, Trammistan chocolate cake would have tasted.