Misa looks again at the cold, sad woman sitting near her. She can tell she likes the green growing things of this place. She likes them too, though they are different and strange compared to the ones at home.

"Freema, Jocko... they're the closest people I have to parents. They're... family." She says, softly. "And I don't believe that. I believe the family that chooses you, you can always count on."

She traces the embroidery on the dress's skirt. "Freema is... Freema. Her Basic isn't very good, but I can understand her, even when she gets frustrated with the servodroids." Her foot scuffs against the ground. "She's always taken care of me. She makes these tarts for me. Tarts made from Bothan Peaches and candied Corellian strawberries."