You Can Get Anything You Want at Ziepo's Restaurant

[Davra Barrik]

Davra took the quiet from the dug that ka had decided maybe they weren't the best at conversations. Or ka was just as annoyed at the imperial presence as everyone else in Ziepo's. The two lovebirds certainly were playing up the part of being smitten. Either they really were just overrun with whatever natural stimulants were coursing through their systems, or this was becoming more obviously a trap and these were the worst actors she'd ever seen.

And Davra had dealt with a lot of bad actors...

Or perhaps ka had become more focused on the newcomer. Mister Everyman with the DL-44 struggling to remain inconspicuous in his jacket. 'This is definitely a trap..'

The newcomer at the neighboring table orders something fizzy and nonalcoholic to drink, sends off the server with a dismissive hand wave, and levels his brown gaze on the food on plates before Devra and Onkaldo. "That," he proclaims in an accent as unremarkable as everything else, "looks like worm-ridden womprat shit."

And he doesn't seem to be joking.

"Honestly.." Davra preoccupied herself with collecting some of the thicker noodles into her sticks and lifting them, dabbing them gently in sauce, and then slurping them into her mouth. She didn't look up as she did, more interested in her food than the conversation. "The next thing to comment on my meal is going to discover very quickly what being on the wrong side of a blaster malfunction feels like.." She kept her tone level, practically uncaring, like it was the kind of threat she was simply comfortable with making and knew exactly how to follow through on.

"Not going to make many friends on this level of Coruscant if you're mocking Ziepo's food.." she added, leveling her eyes at Mister Everyman.