Manners: so necessary, but sometimes so very awkward in practice. He glanced down at the pottery. None of it was needed at the moment - he had dishware in his strange new lodgings, but these looked a bit more like what he was used to, and had a far more human touch. That being said, fixing homesickness was a luxury, and one he didn't need. Perhaps her presence had been a sign from the Force to remind him to make do with what he had, and avoid excess.

"I'm glad I wasn't keeping you. I was simply admiring this potter's handiwork: they're quite good."

He offered her a hand, since most people still seemed to do that here. "Obi-Wan Kenobi. Though if it's easier, most these days just call me Ben."