Well well well. If you know the movie, you knew this was going to happen.

The scariest words you can ever utter to a GM are: We split up.

Do it whenever you get a chance.

Transcript

Obi-Wan: Why are you taking so many bags?
Padmé: I need to... hey, can you Detect Magic on them?
Obi-Wan: Firstly, it would be Detect Force. Secondly, clothes don't have Force powers. Thirdly, you don't need to sell your clothes; you're rich. Fourthly—
Padmé: But I'm a refugee!
Obi-Wan: Fourthly, pawning your senatorial wardrobe will totally blow your cover. Trust me.
R2-D2: Right. That settles it. I'm not going with Ben.
Padmé: Great! Grab my bags.
Anakin: Allow me, M'Lady.
Padmé: So you're my bodyguard now.
Anakin: I'll do my best, but I can't protect you from everything.
Padmé: Don't worry, we've got R2 with us.
Anakin: Suddenly I'm afraid.
[SFX]: < doop boppy poppity squee >