Jedi Mom
Groaning, Mi'la wanted to pull her head-tails out of her head for a brief moment, before regaining her composure. This stress about herself needed to be tempered, and overreacting to Master Wu's jabs at her wasn't going to help. "I think I'd rather not know what you are referring to Wu," Truthfully, she liked the jedi master, but the woman was certainly an odd one.
It seemed now though, the master had tricked her into agreeing to dinner, and with little choice now given to her, Mi'la surrendered to the idea. "I'm not a vegetarian, whatever you provide, I will be more than happy to partake in." She reluctantly agreed, idly looking towards the massage chair, as the Twi'lek relented, and attempted to sit herself onto it, curious as to how it would operate, and it could really ease the tensions she was feeling right now.