"This dish is common where you're from? That's very interesting," Obi-Wan said, and he gazed down at the sandwich with curiosity. On one hand, it was possible Landel's prepared dishes from other planets (although, if that was the case, he was feeling sorely cheated of a glass of muja juice right about now). Then again, he recalled his conversation with Artemis Fowl, and how their respective universes shared the game of chess, with the exact same concepts and rules. It was baffling, to say the least. Especially considering how slim the odds were for such a thing.

But, then, the odds for winding up here had to be fairly slim, too.

"It certainly sounds simple to make," he agreed. "Although, I agree, it's probably not the healthiest thing." As delicious as they were, it was probably unwise to eat a lot of them.

The Jedi paused as he glanced around the cafeteria, a soft frown creasing his features. "There are new prisoners today, aren't there? It almost seems like we get a new batch every couple of days. The population is growing. It's obvious they have some sort of goal they're working for, even if it's unclear as to what it is." He looked back over to Elena. "Do you have any speculations on what they might be building up for?"