"Don't call him that!" Anemone swatted at him lightly and giggled. "I like Master Skywalker! He's fun."

Anemone has a very warped sense of fun. That might be why she's not-dating John.

"Sweetie, you like me and it's generally bad to fall over laughing because then it's so much easier for me to stab you," she parroted primly. "I'll have you know I didn't stab anyone today. I shot them, I stomped on his arm, and kicked his ribs and head, but I did not stab."