Maize smiled at her enthusiasm for the gadget as they set off.

"I don't think I've ever been to Sillesk," he remarked. "Or at least, not that I recall off hand. What's it like?"

As they walked, he brushed his hand over a fragrant herb bush that was growing on either side of them. The air around them then was filled with its sharp, but not unpleasant odor. Of course, it was also an herb he preferred some meals be cooked with, and his stomach rumbled from the olfactory memory. He chuckled to himself, feeling half-Wookiee for that reaction.