Chirrut works on picking species out of the crowd as they're described, the familiar pattern of words making the space around him less chaotic and giving him a place to stand.
He catches hold of the stick without fumbling, curiously sniffing at the meat and its unfamiliar blend of spices. With a shrug, one that still after all of these years doesn't quite match his frame, he carefully nibbles on the offered food.
Nibbling becomes something more like 'wolfing down' when he discovers the meat is juicy and quite tasty, and re-discovers that he hasn't eaten a proper meal in almost a day.
"You have some?" He asks before starting on the second half, to make sure Baze is taking care of himself as well. "I would have to find the medical wing myself if you faint from hunger, and who knows how many walls I would 'accidentally' knock your head into along the way."
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Date: 2017-04-01 06:55 am (UTC)He catches hold of the stick without fumbling, curiously sniffing at the meat and its unfamiliar blend of spices. With a shrug, one that still after all of these years doesn't quite match his frame, he carefully nibbles on the offered food.
Nibbling becomes something more like 'wolfing down' when he discovers the meat is juicy and quite tasty, and re-discovers that he hasn't eaten a proper meal in almost a day.
"You have some?" He asks before starting on the second half, to make sure Baze is taking care of himself as well. "I would have to find the medical wing myself if you faint from hunger, and who knows how many walls I would 'accidentally' knock your head into along the way."