[ Sam blinks after him, and turns to peer at the diadem he'd been looking at, getting a brief flash of a woman he'd seemed fond of. girlfriend, wife maybe. ah. that's hard, he gets it. but instead of commenting, he's turning as well, glancing back the way they'd come. ]

Sounds good. Think we walked by some place that smelled like heaven a couple blocks back. [ he peers across his shoulder at Anakin, giving a noncommital shrug. ] What do you have a taste for? Not that they'd have it here, but...