The boy had awoken from the previous night's sleep more lively than ever. He had watched in the awe of his dreams, witnessing what felt like an eternity play out before him.
And he hadn't woken up with a hangover-- which, in his opinion, was his greatest achievement when it came to using the force.
"Ain't got a care in tha world, ain't got a world in yer care, ain't got any idea what's goin' on in there..." The boy sang to himself as he stirred some broth and poultry in the pot above the portable cooker he had brought with him.
The Dune Sea was a Barren Wasteland, there was no arguing with that. But when you brought the correct equipment-- two gallons of water, a rental speeder, two sticks, a tarp, and a hammock, any young bachelor who wanted privacy (and the ability to wear nothing but a speedo without gawks of horror) was set for life... or until their water ran out, or the speeder broke down, or the tarp tore, leaving one with absolutely zero protection from the scalding heat of Tatooine's twin suns.
Out here, Laeonas was... calm. But it was more than just calmness that he felt. It was... relief. It was an overwhelming sense that everything he did would have no repercussions that could negatively affect him. He could do whatever he wanted out here, and nobody would ever try and stop him for it.
For a moment, he never wanted to return to civilization.
But than he started getting thirsty, and he remembered why he had to make an inevitable return.
Without much thought, he reached out, a bowl flying into his hand. Laeonas reached into the pot, broth and meat filling the bowl. He pressed the rim against his lips and sipped the broth, and he chewed on the smaller bits of meat.
This was going to get old quick.