[He is about to speak up and shoot back. Its his credits as long as he's paying for him, sure. But she can buy her own damn food.
And then he has a thought. Not only does he not want to look like an asshole here, but whatever credit chip she has is probably being tracked by the First Order. It would be a fool's errand to let her use it.
So, he exhales heavily out of his nose and doesn't protest, allowing himself to be lead into the nearest Hapan restaurant.]
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And then he has a thought. Not only does he not want to look like an asshole here, but whatever credit chip she has is probably being tracked by the First Order. It would be a fool's errand to let her use it.
So, he exhales heavily out of his nose and doesn't protest, allowing himself to be lead into the nearest Hapan restaurant.]
You better not be allergic to anything.
[Just to break that awkward, compliant silence.]