Reg needed pickles. He already had a good supply of gummy bears he'd picked up from the convenience store earlier in the day. But now was the time for pickles. The combination of brined vegetables and processed corn syrup made sense only to the young wizard boy. And it had nothing to do with pregnancy he would be quick to explain, as he had to the store clerk when he asked if they cared pickles, too. No, he did not have a pregnant girlfriend.
He figured one item from the convenience store was a win, the castle was sure to provide the other.
He burst through the kitchen doors with youthful enthusiasm but skidded to a halt upon finding the room occupied at this late hour.
"Oh!" The word just popped out of his mouth. He raised a tentative hand for a wave. "Hello... I just-" he pointed towards the pantry storage area. He was hoping for a whole unopened jar of pickles.
He took a step in that direction, but was slow about it, his eyes going from Ahsoka to her counter-top half-companion. He tipped his head to the side looking at the droid dome. "Is that supposed to be a sphere, and... it's just half right now?"