C3PO made a small noise of annoyance, hiding away in the corner. Since his oh so loyal "companion" was long gone, he was alone to serve the many people in the Temple. Why or how R2 had managed to weasle him into doing the astromech's job was beyond him. Well, he wasn't actually lonely...He just had the stupid assistant droid of that fumbling Senator. He could almost feel his control panels burn as the droid walked around aimlessly, nearly spilling several bottles of expensive drinks all over the guests. 

                  "Why do I have to always go through such terrible things?" C3PO shook his head from side to side, shuffling near Master Anakin. He seemed a little loopy in anything--stuffing one bite of cake towards the side of his mouth until his cheeks were full. He even had dabs of frosting all over his face and hands, but shockingingly managed to keep the food away from his hair. Dortu by then had made his way towards the distressed, golden machine, tapping his on the shoulder. C3PO gave a reality television worthy huff.

              "What, Dortu?" Dortu watched as the years of stress began to reflect in the voice of machine. "WHAT is so important that you have to waste my time and go around annoying me? If you even ask that question to me I swear--" Dortu straightened, holding a small plate out. He didn't seem to get the worked up C3PO ranting, because he asked the age old question anyway.

"Would you like a refreshment?"

           Across the room, Lux felt his eye twitch. His arm trembled as he gave a long look towards the direction of the blasted question.

Someone was getting scrapped.