Had he ignored him, the man would have simply pretend otherwise.
"A rebellion?" He perked up with interest. "Does it involve the Millennium Falcon? I've always wanted one of those. A rebellion, not a Millennium Falcon. No one ever wants to rebel me. It hurts my feelings."
The waitress returned with another of the staff, the table's order in their hands. He smiled merrily at them as one of them set up a nice display of wax fruit on the table. Even though the food was also in front of him now, he chose to pluck a wax apple from the bowl...
And started to eat it.
Both the waitresses stared at him and glanced over at Dongalor as though waiting for him and his companion to do the same.