Ah, but this is where I want to say everything and anything.

[But she offers a smile, because she knows not only is that vague, but that it accompanies a great number of things. Shared memories aren't shared right now. Padmé knows nothing about her other than her name and age and that she is her daughter.]

I suppose... [But so much. So very much. Her favorite colour, food, drink, place to be, book, song... The list could go on and on. Her eyes flicker as she draws in a soft breath.] The beginning. How was your childhood? What kind of a child were you like? It's- it probably seems mundane and silly... [Although she does want to know her daughter better.]