Anakin had thought he'd meant pickpockets until he finished talking, and shook his head, muttering he'd rather have Jawas around because those you could talk to. Still, he carefully folded the bags together in a way the openings were pinned against the opposite package. A shame he didn't mention that possibility when they left the ship, Anakin could have brought twine to tie them together. He placed them down on the seat and double-checked the stability before sitting down on them.

Then he looked around, taking in the restaurant and trying to pick apart the smells. He could smell some heady, heavy fruit and the rich, savory smell of roasted meat and root vegetables, spices he couldn't figure out, and other things as well. Some kind of bread or pastry.