Of all the moments that Cleo liked best, lunch was on top of the list. Okay, maybe it came just under that moment when she first woke up and saw the sun shining because when back on The Wheel the suns were all stars and you didn't get that pretty rainbowy effect as it broke through some clouds when it came up over a mountain. Cleo always made sure to watch it. Just like she always made sure to watch when the sun went down and caused the exact same effect only reverse but somehow the colors were all different. Mornings were pink and purple, evenings turned orange and then blue and then black. Okay so lunch was number three then, definitely number three behind sunrises and sunsets and watching other Jedi train and trying to focus on her own powers that just didn't want to seem to work like everyone else's and those moments when she just ran on the dirt outside the compound because it felt good and even better when you got to a grassy place and took off your shoes and could feel the plant matter squish under toes and felt like you actually were connected to something because she hadn't seen that sort of thing before because Nar Shaddaa and all the ships on The Wheel didn't have grass. Yes, lunch came right after that. Maybe it was beaten out by breakfast. Pancakes are amazing.

Despite what everyone else seemed to think of the food, Cleo liked it because it had been made for them. Even if it was more out of necessity than the kind of homecooking that people swore tasted better because of secret love ingredients. Didn't matter to her. So she always took a little bit of everything. Little being the key word. She wasn't a giant towering person like...

Cleo felt a twinge. Something. Like a small gnat had buzzed by her ear but the buggie was now no where to be seen and so she looked up from Tripples who was being kind enough to hold onto her tray and across the others and spotted...

"Mos Mos!"

She waved, because that was what you did when you saw someone who was your friend - even if they didn't know it yet. Aside from him just being there she noticed something new. He was brighter. The colors that swirled around him had added something to them. Purpleish inner glow to the normal rusty earthy tones that Mos Mos had. It looked better that way, another piece of a puzzle that was fitting into its right and proper place so that the edges were coming together and you could start really putting in the filling. The big guy wasn't alone though, standing next to him was another of the Bright Spots that she had come across sometimes in hallways and the occasional group class. He'd always stuck to the side but Cleo noticed him, noticed the faint yellowish whiteish spark. It was like a candle that was flickering because the wind kept blowing on it and wouldn't let up and wouldn't let it grow any bigger but the flame wasn't orangeish at all because it burned hot but not too hot. Cleo somehow knew it was because he was smothering it for one reason or another. People did that sometimes, she'd seen it in a mirror every so often when it came to her own coppery colored sparkles that wove around her like pixies or fireflies.

"Uhh..." She looked at her tray, decided that was enough food to feed probably four Cleos and since she was just one she needed to stop taking so much, and then quickly darted out of the line before waving for her bestest droidy friend to follow. "'Mon Tripples! Gotta fin' a spot tha's got all kinna room f'rra three of us an' you. Tha's your job. 'M gonna grab Mos Mos anna other guy cause nobodies should eat on their onsies. Nah tha' either of us two-pairs are all onna owns, bu' yeah."

Cleo waved Tripples on. "Y'know wha'a mean."