"I'm reasonably sure that no kowakian monkey-lizards will fall out of the sky at you if you touch that," Garth'zel says in an amused tone, noticing the way Anakin was looking at the fabric.

"If one of those damn things have gotten into my shop, I'm turning it into dinner," the shop owner mutters, having overheard.

"I remember having to chase one of them around to get a datapad back," Garth'zel says with a nod. "So I understand the sentiment entirely. Even if I'm not sure if they'd taste any good."