Galen Marek // Leia Organa
“I think it would be difficult not to be impressed with something like this.” She assured, as if it was enough of a luxury, anyone who felt otherwise might just been dangerously entitled. Leia didn't seem troubled as he mentioned the hanger, or rations. She’d had a foot in both worlds; to be raised as a future Queen, to sharing scant rations equally among her troops, and sleeping rough.
“It’s so easy to take things for granted, when you’ve got them.” Leia considered; be it grand dining surrounds, or Aldera palace, not seeming perturbed by his choice of conversation. “I learned how fortunate I was, and I’m grateful my parents ensured that. It’s those in a place of great privilege who’re most often in the best position to help others.”
They were attended to shortly by a waiter, who seemed eager to fawn attention their table, pouring them water, handing them menus and ensuring they didn’t hesitate to ask for anything they needed. Leia thanked him.
“Starklandia has to have taught us a thing or two about Earth food, don’t you think?” she mused hopefully, studying the menu she'd been given with a poised sort of focus.