"It seems to be the common perception here. Among many people," Obi-Wan said, removing the spoon from his mug and setting it neatly on a napkin, watching as the brown liquid soaked a rim beneath the metal. "I guess I am not so accustomed to this sort of attention."
Modesty? Well, even among the ranks of the Jedi, Obi-Wan didn't think he was so much to behold. Naturally, as a young Padawan, he had run about claiming that he was going to be the most famous and powerful Jedi in all the universe. But those were just the silly antics of a child. He was older now, and he knew where his accomplishments were and how far his abilities could take him. But had he been standing in a room among the likes of Master Yoda, Mace Windu, or Ki-Adi-Mundi, he wouldn't expect to be noticed at all.
He raised the mug to his lips and took a sip, his face wincing just a bit. Too much sweetener. And boy was that strong. Much stronger than the coffee or caf he was used to. Coffeine on the other hand was similar to this. Only if gave a person hallucinations. For the sake of his health, Obi-Wan probably ought to stick to tea.
"You said your skills might fit in here. Are you a frequent volunteer?"
He considered asking if she was a cook or something to that effect, but he didn't want to seem demeaning. And she didn't look like the cook type. At least, not that cooks he was used to seeing. Dex being one of the more prominent cooks in his mind.
"And what is this," he paused for a moment in case it was something meant to be spoken quietly, "this Wal-Mart? I'm curious. Is it some kind of market?"