[Among the ever-growing number of individuals being invited to the apartment, Hikari was quiet. Then again, she was usually quiet. Sitting on the couch while she watched the adults come and go. Waiting patiently for the food to be ready. She'd tried to offer her help earlier, but the recipe wasn't something she was familiar with. Certainly, nothing her mother had ever prepared back home.]
[Though it did smell good.]
[Her stomach growled at one point, and she covered it with her hands in hopes of concealing the noise. Which was precisely the position Obi-Wan would find her in when he entered the room, only to stand just inside the door. Looking rather nervous, from her point of view.]
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[Though it did smell good.]
[Her stomach growled at one point, and she covered it with her hands in hopes of concealing the noise. Which was precisely the position Obi-Wan would find her in when he entered the room, only to stand just inside the door. Looking rather nervous, from her point of view.]
Are you one of Han-san's friends too?