Now normally, Roznak Cantina had only a handful of customers. The restaurant had very few regulars, as the food was not very good, and sleeping in a spaceport scared most people. That was not the case today. There was a long line snaking about the buildings of the spaceport to even enter the cantina, with people of all races sweating under the midday sun. "Good afternoon to you as well, Isolle," he said with the same smirk on his face, "Please take a seat." "Ah, yes, the sticks. I hear you've got quite the appetite for that stuff now." "You watch the Holonet, you know how it is."