Dorn takes a seat at the table, glaring at Kaz for a moment and muttering something under his breath about how he was "going to get that chair for her."
Glancing over at Sen and noticing his usual perfect composure, Dorn realizes that he probably isn't projecting an image of ideal Jedi calm at that moment. He takes a deep breath and submerges his mild irritation beneath a slight smile. He looks around the restaurant and nods admiringly.
"Well, it looks like we are definitely moving up in the world. It's a nice change of pace."
"Thanks, Kaz. Remind me - after dinner, we need to plan for our next call to your old employers."
Dorn's smile suddenly seems slightly strained as he overhears Arani's casual comment to Kaz. He takes another breath, doing his best to expunge the mild spike of jealousy that just surged through him.
She's more than happy to talk to Kaz and be friendly to him, but she will barely talk to me, even though she's known me longer and I'm the one that crashed on that jungle planet with her! And I'm a Jedi, not some...MECHANIC!
A moment after struggling with that thought, Dorn finds himself feeling better as he listens to Set abrasively lecturing Kaz on the finer points of table etiquette. Grateful for Set's timing and trying not to laugh, Dorn regains his inner calm and goes through a small mental exercise his master taught him long ago to purge unhealthy thoughts from his consciousness. He reminds himself to thank Set later, and also resolves to think up a way to get Arani to talk to him more often.
In the meantime, Dorn decides to follow Sen's example and adopts an air of detached calm, studying each of his companions in turn as they wait for the food to arrive. Food that would hopefully be every bit as good as Deel promised. Dorn's long-suffering stomach rumbled slightly at the very thought of it...