She can do that.

Andronikos takes one of the other bowls and leaves the third where it sits.

"Is that for Occlus?"

"If she wants it. Even odds on whether she'll actually show up for it, huh."

"...does she sometimes just not eat?"

He shrugs.

"Time to time."

"Huh. What does she do all day?"

"On the list of questions I try to avoid asking, that one is pretty far up."

"—that's a reasonable preference, I suppose."

"Yep."

"Does she have books around this ship she doesn't mind sharing?"

"Nothing about Force things or whatever. Maybe some history stuff."

"Hmm, figures."

"If there's three words to describe Sith, they'd be dangerous, paranoid, and secretive."

"What would you use to describe the Jedi?"

Snort. "Dangerous, patronizing, and secretive."

"Can't say I disagree."

"Met a Jedi in a cantina once. Told me to give up piracy, said it was 'bad for my health'."

"...I can so picture that scene."

"Bar full of rough types, Jedi sticking out like a sore thumb going round to each of us in turn trying to get a lead on some Black Sun vigo or something and critiquing our life choices." He laughs. "Bartender nearly passed out trying to keep everyone's drink full so they wouldn't start a fight."

She giggles helplessly.

Andronikos smiles.

"I think I'll get back to reading my books, then."

"Have fun. Ten hours til Nar Shaddaa."

So she returns to her book and depending on whether anyone interrupts her eventually drops it to meditate.