Qui-Gon looked up at his new table-mate, a young teenager who seemed to have no issues with personal space and was leaning eagerly to peek at the memoirs in his hands. The young man was so earnest and up front that Qui-Gon smiled.

"I was allowed to borrow it from the library here," Qui-Gon said. "It's an interesting read, from what I can tell of it so far."

He was still unsure of if it was fictional or not yet. But maybe this young man would be able to shed some light on the issue; he certainly seemed friendly enough, and had no problems with smiling. Qui-Gon's command of the Force was strong enough that he could sense a strong, almost piercing sureness emanating from him, a feeling that he hadn't felt in awhile, especially here in Landels.

He dipped his head slightly in a nod. "My name's Qui-Gon."