Ah. He was going to have to give her his real name, later. He hadn’t thought out how weird it would be to hear his friend’s name when he was trying to flirt. At least he hadn’t taken his father’s, this time.

He grins at the invitation.

“Could eat half a bantha,” he admitted happily. Really, he could have easily scrounged up something for himself, but why eat alone when you could keep such pretty company instead? “So, as long as you don’t mind me tagging along—“