“You,′ she said, tucking a matching flower into the breast pocket of his coat, ‘are not a Jedi Knight. And I am not a senator. We’re just a married couple having dinner.’ She gestured around, and he noticed that several other couples had donned matching flowers as well. Of course she would scout this out first. ‘Yeah’, he said, locking elbows with her. ‘Just like any other married couple.’ She rested her head on his shoulder, the glow of her flower tinting her face. Passion and purpose indeed.”
