He's only seen her smile twice but he can tell the difference between them. He doesn't necessarily like that she just orders everything, but he reminds himself not to interrupt because he needs to not antagonize her.

When she says it's from home, he idly thinks about Fest, and if this place has anything from there. But it's so far in the Outer Rim, not like Alderaan, that he doubts it. Not that he's about to complain. He loves Alderaanian cuisine.

"Thank you," he says, perfunctory and genuine even as he bites the urge to tell her he knows how to read a menu. "I assume this is the sort of place that mostly locals frequent."