After the confrontation with Anakin he'd gone back inside and found a nice dark booth to sit in. To have his solitude. To get away from the emotions that ran through them or to cram them back where they belonged. Emotions were something that couldn't be shown. But when the food is set before him, he blinks. Um... okay then.

"People get that way." He shrugs and picks up a cookie and bites into it. Nope, he hasn't lost the love for the cookies. "I've had so many people try to tear my mind in two. Like it was their own personal playground. So I prefer it only being me there."

It's the best explaination she's going to get.