Rey had made him do it just by being concerned. He didn't want her to think something was wrong even when it was, and it was easier to eat while talking with her. Rey asked questions that made him think, turned his attention off the horrid weight of food in his stomach. It was only later that night that he felt panic set in over what he'd done, what he'd eaten, but by then his body had already gotten to digesting it, and he just had to live with it.
His nose crinkled at mention of his father's drinking habits. As a child he had once gotten curious about what his father drank and taken a sip. Five minutes of burning pain and vomit later he had declared all alcohol abhorrent. As an adult he'd tried some wine Phasma spoke highly of and discovered his tolerance for that kind of thing was low and that most people were not prepared for drunken Force antics. At least no one had any lasting injuries, and the barfight was over pretty fast. He just couldn't go back to that one bar on Dotrovosh ever again without getting arrested.
"I know what it was in the local language, not in Standard. Part of my training was using the Force to understand foreign languages, so I. I don't know." He bit his lip again, sitting down on the examination table and carefully maneuvering his bony body into a laying down position. His spine and tailbone hurt when he laid down. That was why he always slept curled up on his side. "It was called Sövsgaa in their native tongue. It had a silver color to it, and it smelled sort of like spearmint, if that helps you find it." He liked the idea it might help someone else, might be of use to people here who were overworked - which was most of them, honestly.
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His nose crinkled at mention of his father's drinking habits. As a child he had once gotten curious about what his father drank and taken a sip. Five minutes of burning pain and vomit later he had declared all alcohol abhorrent. As an adult he'd tried some wine Phasma spoke highly of and discovered his tolerance for that kind of thing was low and that most people were not prepared for drunken Force antics. At least no one had any lasting injuries, and the barfight was over pretty fast. He just couldn't go back to that one bar on Dotrovosh ever again without getting arrested.
"I know what it was in the local language, not in Standard. Part of my training was using the Force to understand foreign languages, so I. I don't know." He bit his lip again, sitting down on the examination table and carefully maneuvering his bony body into a laying down position. His spine and tailbone hurt when he laid down. That was why he always slept curled up on his side. "It was called Sövsgaa in their native tongue. It had a silver color to it, and it smelled sort of like spearmint, if that helps you find it." He liked the idea it might help someone else, might be of use to people here who were overworked - which was most of them, honestly.