I am NOT and Never Will Be A Jedi

Social Assistance and Apple Slug Stew

    Meditation ended and my next class was Galactic Geography. Being a less unusual class, I fared pretty well.

    Before I knew it, lunch time was upon me. Following Anakin closely, we made a beeline to the cafeteria. Searching for my knew acquaintances, Wheeze and Floppy,  I guessed they must not have had the same lunch period as I. Anakin led me to a circular table in the center of the cafeteria. "Stick with me Grease, and you'll be fine. Around here, I'm kinda a celebrity... if you know what I mean," Anakin boasted. I stared blankly up at him, "I don't."

    We walked up to the lunch line, "Well, I'm sort of... the Chosen One," he informed me. I gave no response. "You know, destined to bring balance to the Force... destroy the Sith. Ring a bell?" I shook my head.

    "Wow, didn't you listen in Jedi History? Oh wait, I forgot, newbie. Anyways, if anyone can show you the ropes around here, it's me," he assured me. We grabbed trays and Anakin smiled kindly at the Toydarian lunch lady.

    "Good afternoon Lady Bev! And how might you be on this lovely day? Did you do something new with your wings?" He gushed. Lady Bev smiled happily and instead of setting a bowl of steamy goop that smelled like Bantha dung, she placed a red package of highly recognizable Energy Pudding. My eyes lit up as Anakin winked at me, "Your turn, Grease."

   I held out my tray and grinned awkwardly, "Umm... Hello. Your snout looks very... er... nice?" I complimented in a way that sounded more like a question.

    Lady Bev snarled at me a lopped the boiling brown gunk onto my plate.

    I hurried off to join Anakin at the table and he nearly laughed his head off when he saw my sick face. "Good try... I guess! Maybe next time, I wouldn't mention the snout!" He chuckled. I held my breath as I studied the mushy meal, "What is this?" I asked in horror. Anakin scooped a helping of pudding into his mouth, "Apple Slug Stew."

   My stomach seemed to flip upside down. No way was that stuff coming inside my mouth! I slid the plate away, "Alright, how do I get that stuff?" I asked, enviousely pointing at Anakin's tray. He shrugged, "Do what I do. Play it cool and don't be a fool..." he smiled to himself, "Hey, that rhymed!"

     I nodded, "So does that mean you're gonna help me get the hang of this Jedi business?" Anakin swallowed another bite of pudding, "You got it, Grease. But one must be patient Young Groundcrawler. Now you better eat your lunch before it wanders off. Those slugs aren't always cooked enough."

    I laughed and reached for my spoon, but to my surprise, my lunch was already half way across the table...