"Nah," the blond said with a bright, fleeting grin, "you could've been lying, but I have a good feel for people, so I wouldn't've believed you if you had been." Just another of his quirks, he'd long ago accepted-- he usually knew what to expect from other people even with short conversations. It had been a long shot, relying on a hunch about a man he'd only met over a network, but it had turned out all right, and he didn't think L was about to try to kill him or kidnap him. After all, Luke had gotten good at avoiding slavers, gangsters, and bounty hunters, and he had a big wrench he didn't mind using to smack people in the kneecaps. "I'm sure it's at least partially 'cause I don't want to think about other stuff," he admitted in addition, seeming thoughtful, a kind of wounded fragility in the bright eyes before his lashes slid over them in a blink-- the next moment, it was gone. "Still, it's mostly 'cause I just can't stand the idea of someone sleepin' out on the street with nothin' but the clothes on their back." No matter how poor his little family was, they'd never been forced off their homestead, and they'd always managed to make ends meet somehow.
He was quiet again as L commented on his sister, the notion of even having one still.. shocking. He'd always thought himself an only child. His aunt and uncle had lied about that, as well, it seemed. Oh, he understood now why they'd done it, but.. it didn't hurt any less.
"Tatooine's a dustball," he said in response to the question, nose drawing up at the bridge in distaste. "You don't leave when you're born there.. unless you join the Empire." He rocked back slightly on his heels, making a humming, musing noise. "You spend pretty much all day working the moisture vaporators, and what free time you have, there en't much to do." It never rained, there were no tourist attractions or big cities or theme-parks like there were on most planets. There was Mos Eisley, Mos Espa, a handful of other towns, and that was it. "There's Sand-People everywhere, too, and they en't a bit scared to raid farms. Krayt Dragons--" He shuddered at that, remembering the one he'd come across when he'd been younger. "--And Hutts." A pause, and he shook his head. "Hutts and their lackeys, I guess I should say. You gotta' constantly avoid slavers. They don't come out our way too much, though. We're so far out in the middle of nowhere most people forget my aunt and uncle are even around."
And that was it. That was Tatooine, all there was to it. A lot of bad and very little good. As far as he was concerned, it probably could've been condemned and there wouldn't be many people who would've complained about it.
"What about where you're from? You're from Earth, right? Like Andrea?"