Corellia
"I have the need," Tahiri grinned as a pod-racer whipped past, sending clothes, hair, and even snacks, whipping around as the crowd cheered, "the need for speed!" She pulled back from the railing she had been leaning forward from to get a better look at the pods as they whipped past, giving the Councilor a wide grin and falling back in step besides her.
"This place is so cool! There's this pirate themed bar, it's called Arrgghh-2-D2, get it? Arrgghh!" She chuckled as she walked, not giving the other Jedi an opportunity to get a word in. "They have this dish called a Sith-kebab, and they brew their own be.." She paused, remembering who she was with, and that padawans weren't really supposed to be drinking on the job, she was pretty sure they weren't supposed to be drinking at all. "beet-root juice, they brew their own beet-root juice. It's red you know, goes well the kebabs, its a whole themed meal."
Well aware of the lameness of her recovery, while at the same time somewhat proud of it, she decided to change the topic. "So, you think someone's using the Force to cheat in the races? What's the plan, take them in, convince them of the error of their ways? And then some sith-kebabs>"
@Logan