Luke shakes his head. "It takes a lot for me to get drunk these days," he informs her. "Some weird Jedi metabolism thing, I think." Honestly, it's kind of nice, that it bites a little going down. He lowers his glass, and looks at her for a moment. "So, distract me. Tell me something you do for fun."
There's a few answers she could give to this; she takes a moment to pause and think about which one she wants to pull out. "I like visiting home in the Enclosure," she says, finally. "The woods, mostly."
"Woods," Luke says, testing it with a small smile. "The places people come from... no matter how many planets I've been to, I still feel a little like an Outer Rim peasant. Trees, oceans, mountains... I just gawk."
"I'd like that," Luke says immediately. "Most of the places I've been, it was to hide or fight--not sightsee. I haven't really gotten the chance to just explore--until the Barge, that is."
Maybe that's why he's still here. Well, that and Bill.
"You do that in the Enclosure much? Or just in ports and stuff?" The Enclosure allows for more freedom of choice, sure, but it's also not really real - which is more of a sticking point for some people than others.
"Oh, no," Luke says, shaking his head. "I mean, I go there, sometimes, but..." He shrugs. "Maybe I'm just not very creative, but I never know what to choose, myself. I like being shown things that mean something to people. And it's useful, for training. But there are so many real places I haven't been, you know?"
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Maybe that's why he's still here. Well, that and Bill.
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