"I wouldn't mind stopping in for the night every now and then," Luke admitted, before giving his nephew a sheepish look. "I'm... still in the mindset like I'm in the Rebellion. I feel like I just can't stay in one space for very long."

Some habits were just hard to break, and he couldn't help but wonder how long it will take him to settle after the war is over at last. He doesn't dwell on it for very long, as the mention of the orphanage perks him up a little.

"I stop into the orphanage every now and then," he said. "I like to look after the kids there."

Luke nodded silently, deciding not to ask. He could imagine the children of Rebellion heroes, especially himself and his sister, would be a highly valued target for any remaining Imperials or bounty hunters that were around. Anakin really didn't need to elaborate; instead he took a bite out of his snack, chewing thoughtfully, before peering over at him.

"Don't get any ideas," he teased gently, as if Anakin would adopt a child himself.

Luke gave him a sideways glance, an amused look coming to his face.

"I'm still getting used to be an uncle, thank you!" he exclaimed. Not that he couldn't wait for Leia to have kids now; of course, he would be patient and all that, but as soon as Leia's children were born, he was absolutely going to spoil them with as much affection as he could.