adding small packets of minerals into their digestive orifices. Inside the mess hall, though, dozens of unusual species sat together eating exotic foods particular to their own kind.
Jacen followed a step behind, still chattering about the old Massassi temples, as Jaina found a table at one end of the large hall that had a chair appropriate for Lowbacca. So far Jacen had been unable to elicit more than a few nods and gestures from the Wookiee, who seemed deep in thought, intent on absorbing the smells, sights, and sounds around him.
Determined to start a real conversation with the new trainee, Jacen cast about in his mind for a good question. So, Lowie, how much stuff do you need to move in? Naw, that was a stupid question.
How about, How old are you? No, that would get him only a short answer. And anyway, their father had told them that earlier this morning. Lowie was nineteen, barely an adolescent by Wookiee standards. Maybe something like, How did you know you wanted to become a Jedi? Yes, that was good.
But before he could pose the question, the solid, muscular form of Tenel Ka swung into the seat next to him, across from Lowbacca.
"New student," she said, acknowledging Lowbacca in the brief, direct way that was so characteristic of her.
"Lowie," Jacen said, "this is our friend Tenel Ka, from the planet of Dathomir."
"And this," Jaina responded, making the introductions for her side of the table, "is Lowbacca, nephew of Chewbacca, from the Wookiee homeworld of Kashyyyk."
Tenel Ka rose formally and inclined her head, tossing her red-gold hair. "Lowbacca of Kashyyyk, I greet you," she said, and re sumed her seat. Lowbacca nodded in return and uttered three short growls.
Jacen waited for a moment, looking at the little translator droid clipped