He finds this mildly bewildering at first but then shrugs and nods - sure, if someone figured out how to give an effect like that to a species they'd made (how) they'd want to make it safe for them if they could.

He wants to ask how the people here relate to the Jedi aside from maybe being made by a particular one, but that seems tough to ask. He'll start working on getting more broadly-useful vocabulary instead.

The more he can communicate, the more they can learn about him and the safer they'll be. But also he can ask tougher questions.

..."Go ahead, just don't say anything about the origin of people other than that breeders made us; you've never met one and don't know anything else. Avoid mentioning species magic if you can. It might be better if most species don't have any magic."

She enthusiastically helps with vocabulary.

He's pretty quick with languages, luckily. After a while he asks for paper to take notes on, he wants more space for that than the sand table gives them and the ability to refer to them later.

Sure. She steps out for a moment to ask a passing underbutler.

He did not predict that request, so it will take a few minutes to fulfill. He did eight thoughtsprints in an hour and he's tired, okay? Actually it's better this way: they don't want Rafiik to know they're listening. And they don't want him to think that his requests can be filled instantly because there might be a future request that they need to delay. They should delay this one a little, too.

Several minutes later, a catfolk brings in a folio of rough paper, a pot of ink, and a dip pen made of stone with a wooden nib.

.... yeah he's never seen a dip pen before, he's going to need someone to show him how to use it.

You dip it into the ink and write with it like this? She's maybe not the best teacher since she usually writes by werewolfing stone plates. 

She doesn't want to waste paper demonstrating squiggles, so she writes the traditional alphabetic-order pangram in common Elvish at the very top edge.

Rafiik's handwriting is considerably worse - it's lucky he's used a stylus before at all - but he manages to produce the aurebesh under her alphabet and is satisfied enough with that that he can take notes on the rest of the page, albeit rather awkwardly.

He also, after a while, wants lunch. He explains while they're waiting for it that he's been checking to see if the food is safe for (foreign-)humans, since he expects that to vary by species and they don't seem familiar with his.

She thought he was going to sleep soon. It's convenient that they'll be on the same sleep cycle, but she was hoping to fit in some refresher training on deceiving diplomats while he slept. (She ended up as his primary contact because she speaks Ancient Felic and was the first butler on the scene who had anything useful to try, not because she's the best trained at deception.)

She bows apologetically in response to his comment.

Illthrift. Send in the food now now now

Lunch! Butlers bring in three tables spread with nuts, fruits, greens, mashed vegetables, meat slices, crispy skin, a small whole fish, pickled worms, fruit juices in various stages of fermentation, chopped liver, chopped brain, green sludge, cornbread, and an array of sauces.

Pickled worms, okay. He might skip that one even if the Force says it's all right. Does it?

Yes but some of the fruit juices are alcoholic.

This is also a lot of food for one person, even if that person is a teenage boy - maybe they're trying to figure out what he likes? He watches Mirana's reaction as he fills a plate with cornbread, meat, mashed vegetables with a little bit of promising-smelling sauce, and a small portion of fruit.

She watches his choices carefully.

If she doesn't seem bothered by him not trying everything, he'll stick to what he has, and swap the mashed vegetables out for greens and take a little bit of the crispy skin with his second plate.

If he's settled with that, she'll make sure none of the other meat goes to waste. Especially not the delicious pickled worms.

Hm, maybe she can nudge him to sleep earlier. Yawwwn. My what sharp teeth she has.

...oh right the sun was setting, wasn't it. He looks sheepish about it and lets her know - still partly via mime - that she can go if she wants to.

"Sleep well." She bows, snags one more worm, and leaves.

Asrek gradually dims the light.

Time to practice smoothly following directions?

Yes but only for an hour and then early to bed, so she's ready whenever Rafiik is. There will be no sleep deprivation here.

Glory to the Empire! Zzzz