"Millennium falcons? I don't know that breed. I'm familiar with Peregrine falcons. I once tried that sport where you use them to hunt but the bird that Barnabus got for me was very impertinent and crapped on my arm so I had it roasted and served for dinner that night. Its tiny beak of course couldn't take an apple so we put a cherry in its beak. It was quite good."
Dongalor eyed what was obviously the food by the aroma and steam rising from it and ignored the wax fruit as it was set out. Mind you it was very good wax fruit and if you didn't know better you might mistake it for the real thing, except of course for that waxy coating look on it. "Yes, I suppose someone rebelling against you can be taken a bit like a compliment. I mean if they didn't respect or fear you they would just ignore you and not rebel wouldn't they?"
Dongalor noticed the wait staff watching him after the strange man started munching on the wax fruit. "Don't look at me, I'll leave wax fruit to the..." Dongalor blinked. "Um, Barnabus? What creature eats wax?"
Barnabus seemed confused as well before shrugging and pointing at the odd man. "He seems to relish it sire."
"Yes, he does. Doesn't he? I'll leave the wax to him then."
Dongalor picked up a taco, sniffed at it and then shrugging he took a bite. "Oh I say these are tasty! Barnabus you should really try these!" And so saying Dongalor picked up the platter with all the tacos and pulled it over to him not leaving a single one for Barnabus to try.