"I suppose it might depend on how you treat the closet?" Which Padmé does know is an odd thing to say, as it is apparently a closet. It's not even like a droid, whether Artoo or Threepio (although she will be thankful that it isn't like the latter). But, the point is that Padmé has always tried to treat anything, whether human, alien, or even robotic, with the same level of respect.

She does move to pick up one of the other pears, bringing it up to sniff at as her fingers press against the skin. "It does feel similar. Not quite as soft-skinned, but pears, hmm."

Contemplating that word. "And it is normal to eat the skin with this one?"