Garnets' logic made sense. Still, he had hoped that some preference would have arisen that could have clued them into who she was exactly. But she was to kind and smart for something like that to have worked. He should have known.
His “burger” finally arrived along with everyone else’s food and Daxter immediately began complaining about drinks. What a high maintenance person. After a moments struggle to lift the burger from his plate, he hesitantly took a bite… …and immediately began to gag! He coughed into a napkin, momentarily glad for his height. He immediately turned to the waiter Daxter had been pestering “How you get so big eating food of this kind!” How disgusting!
He promptly hopped down from his chair and began hobbling off toward the kitchen. Turning to his company he said “Continue your’ eating, return in a moment I will.” And with that he disappeared into the back of the store.
A few loud noises later and Yoda returned carrying a bowl of some sort of brown liquid with what looked like vegetable peelings floating in it. The bowl gave off an utterly rank smell, similar to that of an old compost heap. Yoda was closely followed by a blond man in an apron who kept saying “Sir, sir! That’s not edible! Please sir!” when the man finally became bold enough to try and take the bowl from the little green man, his hands were promptly rapped by the gimer stick. “My food this is! Take it you will not!” The man sighed and retreated back to his kitchen.
He navigated his way back up into his seat, bowl and all with just as much difficulty as before and once again just as adamantly. While in the back Yoda had used the Force to question the man about the currency, and upon learning that it was simply shiny objects, had summoned several golden leaves from a nearby “tree” next to an open window. How ever, the noises he had made putting together his meal had snapped the man out of induced reverie, by which time Yoda was halfway out of the kitchen. It would have been reckless to use the Force in front of all the customers.
Yoda picked up a spoon and began eating his concoction.
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His “burger” finally arrived along with everyone else’s food and Daxter immediately began complaining about drinks. What a high maintenance person. After a moments struggle to lift the burger from his plate, he hesitantly took a bite… …and immediately began to gag! He coughed into a napkin, momentarily glad for his height. He immediately turned to the waiter Daxter had been pestering “How you get so big eating food of this kind!” How disgusting!
He promptly hopped down from his chair and began hobbling off toward the kitchen. Turning to his company he said “Continue your’ eating, return in a moment I will.” And with that he disappeared into the back of the store.
A few loud noises later and Yoda returned carrying a bowl of some sort of brown liquid with what looked like vegetable peelings floating in it. The bowl gave off an utterly rank smell, similar to that of an old compost heap. Yoda was closely followed by a blond man in an apron who kept saying “Sir, sir! That’s not edible! Please sir!” when the man finally became bold enough to try and take the bowl from the little green man, his hands were promptly rapped by the gimer stick. “My food this is! Take it you will not!” The man sighed and retreated back to his kitchen.
He navigated his way back up into his seat, bowl and all with just as much difficulty as before and once again just as adamantly. While in the back Yoda had used the Force to question the man about the currency, and upon learning that it was simply shiny objects, had summoned several golden leaves from a nearby “tree” next to an open window. How ever, the noises he had made putting together his meal had snapped the man out of induced reverie, by which time Yoda was halfway out of the kitchen. It would have been reckless to use the Force in front of all the customers.
Yoda picked up a spoon and began eating his concoction.