"Thank you. And you'd be surprised how few people do guess. Anyway, I'll leave you to it; Daisy is in charge of meals, if you have any requests, and I'll give you a few days to settle in before we get started." And with that she stands and heads into the house.

"If it's the same to you I'd rather start tomorrow. I came here kind of early for a reason."

Pause; nod. "Very well."

"Thank you both."

And with that, he goes and investigates the small house, hauling one of his bags.

Daisy follows with the crate.

The house is simple and sparsely furnished; the front door opens directly onto what is obviously the workroom, with a long table and bench against the right-hand wall under a skylight, empty except for a trio of adjustable work lights. Metal shelves line the back wall, and a small kitchen is set into the left-hand wall. A door next to the shelves leads to a bedroom, with an adult-sized bed flanked by bookshelves across from doors leading to a refresher and a closet.

Too bad he doesn't have many books. Datapad holds much more.

As he unpacks, "I've been thinking about the line between a device and a droid and it's probably how smart one is. I think you could have a droid that is a ship, or something, and you can certainly have a droid body that isn't a droid..."

"Something like that, yes. We have a few books on droid minds, if you'd like to read about it; it seems to be as much the type of intelligence as the amount."

"I'd like that."

He'll be unpacking and setting up the workspace how he likes it until dinner.

Daisy brings the rest of his things in and then leaves, reappearing at dinnertime with a tray - potato wedges with sour cream and game meat with gravy and fresh cherry tomatoes and a glass of milk. "Pradnakt usually just eats at her worktable; if you'd like something separate I can get that set up for you."

"This is fine. Thanks. And it looks really yummy too."

"I hope you enjoy it. Do you expect to need anything else tonight?"

"Nope."

"All right. I'll be in the other house if you do. Sleep well; I'll be by with breakfast and Pradnakt will see you in the afternoon."

"Have a nice night, Daisy."

He eats (yum!), finishes setting up his workspace, pokes at his speeder to get used to its internals and putters around the yard a bit, reads by datapad light, sleeps.

If he happens to look up in his exploration of the yard, he might notice Pradnakt sitting on the roof of her house, meditating, to all appearances oblivious to him.

Daisy comes by in the morning with another tray - cheese and vegetable omelette, hash browns, milk.

"What do you do when you're not doing chores or in town? Help with the art?"

"Chores take up a good bit of my time, but sometimes, yes. And the repair work, too."

"I was just wondering if a droid could develop hobbies. I want to read those books you mentioned at some point."

"Certainly." Her body language suggests a grin. "I do calligraphy, sometimes, and keep a diary - we're just as capable of enjoying things as humans, just programmed to find helpfulness rewarding. -that's a sore spot with Pradnakt, though, be careful if you bring it up with her."

"I see. Will do. I mostly take things apart for a hobby. Recently I've even started putting them together again."

"I'm sure Pradnakt will be willing to send over some of the machinery we get. And - are you going to want a droid?"

"...Probably not."

She nods. "If you did we could probably find you one that needed chassis work, but - better not, yes."

"Definitely not until I've read those books, anyway. Maybe in a year or two. I'm not sure."

She nods. "Dusk is going to bring them over with your datapad this afternoon, they're on disc."