"Ya, the Owmi take everything from you." He pinched at his clothes as an example. "Some people get things back. Maybe you will too."

And then Anakin dove into his food with all the uncouth manners of someone who'd spent the first ten years of his life on a desolate Outer Rim planet - and without a master here to remind him, he fall back on old habits. He didn't think too much of Ezra picking a seat right next to - even if he wasn't used to people doing so - until he caught the older boy staring at him.

With the eating utensil frozen mid-way to his mouth, Anakin swallowed. His eyes shifted around, trying to find the reason for Ezra's focus. "What?"