"It's not so bad," Krennic shrugs. "Once you get used to it. I haven't eaten real food in a couple of days too, only those damned ration bars and nutritious milks," he crinkled his nose in a disgusted and disdained look that has by now becomes him. "I might order real food while we're here. But how do you pay? Do they accept Imperial credits?"

That's an important question to ask. Onboard the Death Star, he could easily put it in his tab, and even when it's not, at least Krennic knows he's able to pay, well, more than able, in fact.

"Careful eating all those candies," he said with a teasing smile. "You might get a toothache."

Then she leans beside him after they placed their orders, getting real nice and comfortable, and Krennic doesn't really mind, unsurprisingly. He still thinks about a certain person--a certain man--and this time it isn't his boss, but someone else, someone important, but more and more, he finds it easy to forget about him. So he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, getting real nice and comfortable, too.

"Are you offering?" he teased, can't help but laughed a little imagining it. "He has a stick up his ass, and he's an old man. Older than me. Might not really be your type. But I agree." he felt that he could be himself around her, not having to put on airs or pretend that he cares about anything or anyone else besides himself and his goals. "He does need to get laid. Or kick the bucket."