Double the Confusion

Over to the Jedi Temple, Senator Amidala came today. Hoping to make up for the unfortunate "ham incident" from the other day, I was. "Hello again, Master Yoda. Like, I think you know my handmaidens." "Ah yes, your handmaidens I know, of course. See let us, Sabé, Dormé, and uh, wait, tell me do not... uh, Sneezé, Dopé, and Grumpé." "No, those are not their names." "OK, another chance give me. See let me, uh, Larré, Moé, and Curlé." "No!" "Posh, Ginger, and Sporty?" "That's like not even close!" "Sorry I am. Confused I get. All the same you look. Supposed to remember how am I? Have to remind me, you will." "Ok, so like, this is Saché, this is Eritaé, and this is Yané." "Actually, m'lady," one of the handmaidens said, "I'm Saché." "Really?" another one said, "I thought that I was Saché." "No, you're Yané." "But I thought you were Yané." "No, I'm pretty sure I'm Saché." "OK, I'm confused. Which one of us dates Anakin?" "Ahem!" Senator Amidala said. "What?! Just say what did she? Who 'dates Anakin?'" "No, no," Senator Amidala said, "She said 'which one of us hates pemmican." "Oh, well, ok that... huh?" Getting so confused I was. "Anyway, some paperwork for you to sign, I have, Senator." Forward one of the handmaidens stepped. "Actually, Master Yoda, I have something to confess. I am the real Padmé Amidala. This person dressed like me is actually one of my decoys." "What?!" "Wait," another handmaiden said, "are you sure I'm not Padmé?" "Stop playing with my mind you must! Going crazy I am! Need five decoys why do you, anyway? The only senator who travels with a bunch of look-a-like bodyguards, you are! Have an entourage of body doubles, Senator Organa does not!" "Uh, Yoda, turn around." Bear to look I can not.