There's a pleasant thought, he thinks dryly. Skirata was tiny, but Scorch knows better than to get between a Mandalorian and family. Woe to whoever got caught between that, especially if he'd witnessed what happened to Etain.

     "Sounds like some shabla party."

     Fumbling about a side pouch for the gold he'd need to cover the dish of appetizers and Etain's tea, he plunked it down on the table for the server. Then he helps himself to another potato wedge as though just remembering how good they are.