[ Normally, Ben's about 15 years older and over half a foot taller than he is right now. Luckily, he has no recollection of ever having been (a murderer, a Dark Side warrior, a champion of the First Order) an adult, which means that for all intents and purposes, he's just a carefree teenager messing around in the park.
The chubby bird catches his attention, though. Well, more like demands his attention as he passes by, chirping imploringly. Ben stops and looks down at it. ]
I don't have anything.
[ SORRY, BIRD. But now Ben's attention shifts to the boy sitting under a nearby tree, eating by himself. Keeping apart from the crowd. That's familiar. He doesn't know if the kid's alone because he wants to be, or because he doesn't have any alternatives, but either way... No harm in approaching, right?
So that's what Ben does, plopping down on the grass beside the other boy. ]
What've you got? [ Don't mind him, he's just going to peer down at your lunch. ] They give you any of that weird... pink fluff, with the green stuff in it? [ The ambrosia salad, he means. ]
a. picnic
The chubby bird catches his attention, though. Well, more like demands his attention as he passes by, chirping imploringly. Ben stops and looks down at it. ]
I don't have anything.
[ SORRY, BIRD. But now Ben's attention shifts to the boy sitting under a nearby tree, eating by himself. Keeping apart from the crowd. That's familiar. He doesn't know if the kid's alone because he wants to be, or because he doesn't have any alternatives, but either way... No harm in approaching, right?
So that's what Ben does, plopping down on the grass beside the other boy. ]
What've you got? [ Don't mind him, he's just going to peer down at your lunch. ] They give you any of that weird... pink fluff, with the green stuff in it? [ The ambrosia salad, he means. ]