The mission took longer then either of us had expected. I suppose running out of protein bars isn't the worst that could happen. My padawan walked by my side as we entered the shabby diner, if it even was a diner. The planet was a wrack. I was more than suspicious about the food. Paolo sniffed disapprovingly at the sandwiches that we bought.
"What are these made out of, Master?" he asked turning his sandwich around and around in his hand, not daring to take a bite.
"It includes some kind of vegetables" I answered unwrapping my own dinner.
Paolo took a tentative bite. I watched his face change from shock to horror. He gagged, spitting out the contents of his mouthful. Two squirmy worms crawled over the edges of the plate. "Vegetables, Master?" he sputtered.
"How was I suppose to know that "Vegetablas" meant worms in their dialect?"