White Flint Mall, Maryland [early evening]

[sith_happened]

Anakin glanced down at the baby in the stroller beside Rory, then at the seemingly endless line of cranky children in front of them, leading to a giant chair and a man in red. "Juliet is in far too good a mood to be here," he declared. "Look. The rest of them are screaming. We should go home."

Anakin was just creeped out by Santa. Shhh. Don't tell.

[OOC: For the fake wife and fake kid!]