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The market wasn’t as bad as Camiss had expected. Of course, it was still day time, so there was less likely to be anything criminal going on, but so far, Camiss wasn’t as shocked as he thought he would be. Una had them stop at a small stand, which wasn’t quite the restaurant he expected, but since it was owned by a local, it would give him a better perception of the area.
Una ordered for him, which was good since he had no idea what to expect. It was a meat on a stick, and Una told him chicken. A normal food, but he had never eaten anything on a stick before. “Never on a stick,” he answered before taking a small bite. Surprisingly, it tasted really good. “Huh, this is actually delicious.”
Una snickered, picking pieces of chicken off of her stick before popping them in her mouth. She reached over for her soda in a plastic baggy and drank from the straw. Surely this seemed barbaric to the Jedi knight, who probably only knew the luxuries of the Temple-- but this was Una’s lifestyle. She was a no-frills kind of girl in the first place, and it made adjusting to living in the slums a lot easier.
“So,” she said, “what made you want to stay back anyway?” She might have been opening a can of worms by asking him that question, but she was genuinely curious. She’d always thought of the Jedi as being self-centered and yet Camiss seemed to be preoccupied with everything except himself. What he wanted to do with the Coruscant slums, she didn’t know.
