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Charsiir looked at the boy blankly, thinking the boy wouldn't understand his language. He replied 'Im a wookiee''. He hoped for the best, he was prepared for a confused look.

All he could do was nod, he accepted the boy and smiled at the boy. He thought atleast he had made a friend, well atleast he thought he did. He got a bag out his backpack, and opened it, it contained a big blue bug, skewered on a stick, he handed this to the boy. In his bag he also found a piece of paper, on which he wrote 'Im a wookie, my name is Charsiir.' he handed this to the boy aswell.

Charsiir sighed, he couldn't speak to the boy. He could still smile though, which he did. He got out another bug, which he ate himself. Inside the bag he found a small strange red bug, to his horror the bug was still alive, he quickly handed it to the boy. He only tried new bugs if they were dead, alive samples scared him.

Charsiir looked at the red haired boy, he handed him the paper and nodded. 'That would be very nice' he ventured, smiling at the boy. It was only after he stopped smiling that he realized the boy most likely would not understand him. He thought 'Oh well.' and watched as the boy read the message to the smaller boy.

Although he could not understand the Wookiee when he spoke, his smile was enough for Edan to guess his meaning. Taking the paper with a smile of his own, he nodded to the boy. "Sure thing." His eyes turned down to the Basic words and after a second, he read, " 'I'm a Wookiee, my name is Charsiir.' "

With his task finished, he looked up at the Wookiee. "So you're Charsiir? Hi, I'm Edan." He held his hand out to him, though not fully sure Wookiees shook hands. Still, it was the only polite gesture he knew when meeting someone for the first time, unless you count bowing to those of higher class or rank, but somehow he didn't think that fit very well in this situation.

He took the item he suspected to be food, and examined it somewhat. "What's in i-" Pausing, he read the latest question and fell himself grow slightly sick again. "No, I don't eat bugs... or crawlers, as you call them. We don't eat them on Dantooine, so I never got a taste for them." He suddenly found himself relieved he hadn't taken a bite out of the food, whatever it was. Especially if it had bugs in it. Even if it means insulting his new acquaintance, he still couldn't stomach the idea of devouring them. They were just... gross.

He beamed, taking the Spice Stick from Charsiir. "If it doesn't have any crawlers in it, I can eat it then. Thanks." He bit into it, and chewed it thoughtfully for a moment. The flavor set in, and he swallowed before grinning at the Wookiee. "It tastes great, thanks, Charsiir."

He sat back on his heels, taking note of Jin as the droid seemed content to hover beside him. With the utmost joy -along with that of his rumbling stomach-, he continued to munch on the Spice Stick, mentally praising the names of gods he'd heard in his travels for the simple fact that he finally had some food he could actually eat. Although he still wondered where the masters where and about how long the four hopefuls would be there, with his tummy silenced he returned to his previous feeling of simply not caring. It was a feeling he rather enjoyed, and appreciated when dealing with new faces and places. Made life just a bit easier in his eyes, that much was for sure.