[There's a sort of perkiness that enters her face when the smell hits her, and for a moment she has to stop and absorb what is in front of her. She had almost forgotten what real food at smelled like after she had begun living on the station. After all, it wasn't like she hadn't had to make due before.
There's a moment of hesitation when Anakin slides the parcel to her, and then a light roll over her eyes when she opens it and sees it half gone. "Tried it". Ok, Anakin Skywalker.
It doesn't lessen her gratitude.]
Thanks.
[She doesn't bother with silverware, or restraining herself from shoving fingerfuls of it in her mouth. Yeah, she grew up a little, but not all the way. If pressed, she'll explain it off as togruta culture or something.]
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There's a moment of hesitation when Anakin slides the parcel to her, and then a light roll over her eyes when she opens it and sees it half gone. "Tried it". Ok, Anakin Skywalker.
It doesn't lessen her gratitude.]
Thanks.
[She doesn't bother with silverware, or restraining herself from shoving fingerfuls of it in her mouth. Yeah, she grew up a little, but not all the way. If pressed, she'll explain it off as togruta culture or something.]