[He's far too busy examining the tree to dignify that with a response. That one there looks good. Evenly formed, no marks or blemishes, the whole fruit of a uniform, appealing color. With luck, that indicated that it was ripe. Not that Obi-Wan had ever experienced such a thing as luck, mind.
He reaches up and plucks it from the tree, examining it for a moment.]
"... Well, it looks safe to me, and I do not sense any threat from it."
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He reaches up and plucks it from the tree, examining it for a moment.]
"... Well, it looks safe to me, and I do not sense any threat from it."