Lily is trying really hard not to stare too much. Jakku gets a little diversity, but... People who're run down and running away. Nothing like this.

She's keeping near her Master Anakin, though, keeping her interest to short glances around.

(...She wants to try a drink here. She knows nothing alcoholic, buuuut some of those drinks look pretty cool...)

Ellaita can spot her some creds.

Thanks!

She doesn't chatter too much as she goes looking at what's to order. Still, she's friendly and curious and approaching good at getting people to chatter to her without spilling anything herself... (She'll probably start goading people into telling her stories soon if Ellaita's contact doesn't show up and provide a distraction.)

The bartender is wrinkly little orange alien, very small, with enormously thick goggles.

"Hello, dearie. Haven't seen you through here before. The name's Maz. What can I get you?"

"Hi! I haven't been through here before. I'm Lily! I'd like something interesting. Maybe sweet?" Pause and hum. "Or if there's any like house specials? That don't have alcohol, mom doesn't want me drinking no matter what local rules are."

She grins, exposing numerous needle-like teeth.

"One T'mp L'Sheer, then." She busies herself making it. "Named after the child holodrama star, you know. Galactic Nights. She couldn't drink with the rest of the cast, so they invented this to serve to her at season premieres and such." She sets a bubbly dark red drink on the bar. "Here you are."

"Thanks!" She picks up the drink. "Haven't seen Galactic Nights, is it any good?" She takes a sip and makes an appreciative noise.

Maz chuckles. "It ended almost a hundred years ago, dearie. But yes, while it lasted, it was very good. What brings you through today?"

"We had to stop for fuel and here was convenient and not somewhere we've been and looked cool. Mom says there's supposedly some neat old ruins out in the forest."

She peers at Lily through her goggles. "Not many remember those. What was your mother's name again?"

"She's Anakin Vendar. She knows lots of stuff."

Maz hums. "Is that so? Well, I imagine she must."

"Perhaps the time has come, then..." she says, mostly to herself.

"Come for what?"

"Oh, well, when you live as long as I have, you tend to meet quite a few people. I knew your- let us say great-grandfather?- rather well, and through him, your grandmother. She never did get around to introducing your mother and I, but I still heard things." She nods. "Yes indeed, I heard things."

She takes her goggles off and looks at Lily with solemn (and extremely small without the lens' magnification) eyes.

"I have what might be an heirloom of your lineage. I had thought the connection broken... But perhaps it was only waiting for you."

"...Oh."

"We didn't think anyone remembered - my grandmother."

This doesn't sound quite like a time to panic? Lily's not sure if she should go off with the weird bartender lady. But... If Maz has something that used to belong to - she must mean Elesse...

Lily wants to see it, and she knows talking about Elesse hurts Master Anakin, and... Lily feels like Maz is safe, even if this place isn't really safe (or will be unsafe at some point? The Force is weird). (She knows people can lie in the Force, she does, but - )

"It's in the basement. The door is over in that corner. Meet me there."

Maz slips her goggles back on and turns from Lily. She slaps the bar with a loud crack and shouts down at the Wookie at the other end. "Char! I'm taking my break. You're in charge. If you have to rip anyone's arm off, do it on the tile so we can mop up the blood!"

She finishes her drink and then slides off her chair, heading for the door.

Maz meets her there within a couple minutes, opening the door to reveal a narrow spiral staircase of smooth stones steps.

The basement is crowded with the accumulated detritus of what looks like centuries, furniture and clothes and droid parts and miscellaneous knickknacks.

"Bear with me just a moment, I know it's here somewhere..." Maz begins rooting through the piles.

There's so much cool salvage in here. Lily starts poking through the piles, too, fascinated (especially anything mechanical), unless Maz tells her to stop.

Maz does not tell her to stop and in fact seems to have been swallowed entire by one of the piles.

She emerges some minutes later with a noise of triumph, holding aloft a small rectangular box made of some odd kind of metal. "Here we are! Over here, dearie."

She gently sets down the droid part she'd been examining, heading over. "What is it?"

"A relic of times now gone by." Maz hands the box to her. It's about eight inches wide and a little longer than Lily's forearm, not very heavy. There's a catch on one of the long sides. "Go ahead and open it."

She sits down cross-legged so she can balance it on her knees while opening it, just in case it's fragile and shouldn't be dropped.

Inside, nestled in plush velvet-

-a silver cylinder, slightly flared toward one end with decorative scrollwork adorning the last quarter, and a small flange rimming the other end, a small enclosure for a switch just below, faint indentations that looked to be sized for fingers.

It seems to hum softly in the Force.

Woah.

"Was this Elesse's?" she asks, almost reverently picking it up.