"It's, uhh, four-thousand credits a year," he stammered, allowing himself to be led alongside her. His boots kicked up loose dirt beneath him while he followed along, trying to remain calm. "Standard fare, at least."

go to waste." He frowned like a lost puppy.

He glanced behind him, where two humans, a Rodian, and a Trandoshan were walking, then quickly looked back at her.

"Look, noodles? I know a thousand different ways to prep noodles. I know how to make the most simple meal feel like a banquet. I got the knowhow, but it'd be a real shame to let it all