Jaina smiled. "Well, that's good," she replied, "because I wouldn't accept payment anyway." Heading back out of the alley, she made her way in the direction of the nearest place that sold something that resembled food. Truth be told, she'd yet to really develop much of a taste for American food - it was too grease-laden and artificial for the most part - but there were a couple of places that didn't serve half-bad meals at a quick enough pace and it was toward those that she steered.
In his presence - or perhaps just because she'd spent so much time meditating before encountering him - Jaina had yet to dwell upon her latest issues with the world she was in. She hadn't thought of Anakin, or felt the ache of Jacen as anything more than the constant, subtle throbbing of pain in her heart that his absence provided. It was a welcome relief, not thinking about the issues of her family, or Exar Kun, or much of anything, really. She could almost get used to it.
"Do you have a favorite food of some kind?" Jaina asked as they walked, realizing that he might actually want a say-so in his own meal.