So he'd turned up with some kind of half eaten snack. Hardly the best way to make an impression on the father of his girlfriend. Jacen had thought long and hard about if it was his fault. If he'd done something wrong. But he was fairly sure he hadn't. Kon had been impolite, he'd been arrogant and cocky. Which Jacen wasn't going to deny he had been in his younger years. But Jacen was also aware of social graces. He'd never behaved so rudely to Tenneniel Djo or Isolder. Alright, perhaps his overall relationship with Prince Isolder could have ended on a better note than the man's death but he'd been trying to save Tenel Ka and Allana. But when meeting them, Jacen had been polite, he'd been taught all the social graces and even if he hadn't known the Hapan ones, he'd worked it out, he'd been polite because that was what boys did when they met the fathers of their girlfriends.
"I don't" he said simply in response to the offer of the Churro thing, did Kon expect him to share the half eaten pastry? It was a disgusting idea, and there was so little of it left. It would leave crumbs on the floor, each one a further mark against the kid in Jacen's book.
"Sit" he said, his voice probably shifting into Colonel Solo territory, maybe it would actually shake some manners into the boy. "I believe its long overdue that we talk properly. But I'll let you finish your snack first. Wouldn't want to interrupt dinnertime" he added with more than a hint of sarcasm to his tone. How had the boy thought bringing a snack was in any way appropriate. Had he been raised in a Gungan swamp?
"Since you seem to be serious about my daughter, I thought it best we work out our differences now. Much easier in the long run, don't you think?"
At least until Allana came to her senses and found another boy. A better one. This teenage daughter thing would be the death of him.