"If something does explode, we'll either smell it or sense it, and we can find a new place to eat dinner. I bet that little Korean place down the street never blows up." Anakin probably would have laughed a bit at his terrible joke if not for the fact that he became aware of a waiter standing next to him. "Hi." After a moment he added, "Nothing's going to explode." Another moment. "So I'll have the spaghetti and a Coke."
The waiter just stared before shaking himself out of it. "And you, madam?"