Din and Grogu were walking around the market-stocked streets of Nevarro. Grogu had recently acquired an IG droid suit, sitting inside where the wiring would have been. Din was not as excited about it as the child was.

Grogu grabbed a fruit from a nearby stand and held it up to take a bite out of it.

“Grogu, no,” Din scolded, reaching for the fruit, but Grogu used the IG unit’s arm to lift it out of his reach. Pressing a button, the droid let out a robotic ‘No.’

“What do you mean, no? We have to pay for that,” Din said, still reaching for the fruit.