"What attracts you?" Sorin, Dumah, and Vuk look at each other with blank confused looks on their faces.
Sorin: "I don't know. I never thought much about it."
Dumah: "Me either."
Vuk: "Well, since you guys are stuck, I might as well start. I want someone who has a strong sense of family, honor, and loyalty. As strange as this sounds, she doesn't have to cook, mostly because I cook almost all of my meals myself anyway. Preferably Mandalorian, of course."
"I can see it now: the great Mandalorian cooks a meal in a pink apron."
"I will stab you."
"Down both of you before you ruin my shirt. Anyway, I'd want her to be secretive, seductive, and sexy."
"So she can manipulate your life through sex?"
"Now I will stab you."
"While they are trying to kill each other, my desires aren't based off appearance, though that is a plus. I would like to meet someone who has an appreciation for art, not so much in the sense of paintings, but art in any form, whether combat or machinery or anything else. I'd like it if she had a good stance in life on what she wanted, or at least a good sense of exploration on finding out. And a good head on her shoulders, that is essential."
"Your mom is essential!"
"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!"
"Excuse me while I kill them with my ego."