"What a brilliant idea." Luke hums, managing to dodge the flat of Bodhi's knife as he gets away with a piece, backing off to offer half to Galen as Bodhi scowls. There's an almost sibling interplay between them.

"That will be helpful." Bodhi nods, throwing everything into a pan that sizzles with a pungent oil. "Especially on worlds that have lost their infrastructure." Like Jedha.

The unspoken words hang in the air.