"Hey, they have potatoes on Corellia," Atton said. "But that's a few stands over, probably."

Because some things just kind of inexplicably grew here. Sometimes weirdly Kessel-shaped things.

"Books, no. Datapads, sure. Probably could've brought a scanner or something, but..." he shrugged.

He'd woken up as a girl that morning. He hadn't had a lot of time for forward planning.