"I cold eat." Of course he could. He was a healthy young guy. He liked food. A lot. It seemed a little weird to be ordering food all casual like nothing was going on when there were Stormtroopers outside, but John was starting to realise weird was the norm these days.
He signed cheeseburger and fries please. He didn't need to see a menu. He knew what he liked, and he was certain he wouldn't be disappointed. So he'd eat now. He'd still take food to Nathaniel's after this was over.