For a split second, the idea of uprooting his life in order to frak random farmgirls on blue milk runs didn't sound all that bad... But, then Aurora had to startle him out of that brief fantasy by startling him when she called out to the barmaid. He scowled at her just because that imaginary notion had sounded kind of fun.

"Corellian Ale," Maize replied.

In that moment, he was tired of fancy wines and champagne consumed with other gazillionaires at business meetings and soirees. Maize growled softly to himself, tired of his whole life, especially in the last several years that were spent waiting.


"And a fiery nerf burger. And don't let her scrimp me on the crisps."

He hadn't even seen the menu yet!