Latch rubbed his temple as he led Jyot into the galley. "Yeah, he was acting pretty strange around that Jedi chick too. I just thought he might be under some sort of Jedi voodoo, but then she went and got herself blown up." He shook his head. "Cap'n really hasn't been right since."
"Yeah," Jyot agreed, taking a seat. "Nothing a few Corellian whiskeys won't fix, eh?"
"I hear you," Latch said, bringing over a plate of steaming nuna. "Hopefully you won't need whiskey to fix you up after you try my cooking." He sat down in front of his own plate of food. "It's kind of hard not having Stitch and his cooking around anymore."
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