"That's not real food." She whines. She's hungry, but they don't have any of the things that she's used to. "It can't even give us Bothan Peaches." Which is a tragedy of epic proportions.

"Do you know how to cook?" She asks, suddenly. Maybe they can get raw materials and someone could make actual food. She's picky about her food. She's never touched protein cubes, unlike other people.