Then Luke—through Mechanisms Beyond Din’s Conception—maybe The Force Allowed Jedi To Store Items

Then Luke—through mechanisms beyond Din’s conception—maybe the Force allowed jedi to store items in convenient subspace cavities—pulled a live frog out of his pocket. The blue thing kicked its legs in Luke’s gloved hand and Grogu reached for it. Questions ricocheted around Din’s head in a panic. Where did he get that thing? Where was he keeping it this whole time? How is it? Still alive? did he—Magic? Jedi magic?

Yet the only question that managed to stumble out through Din’s vocoder was: “Um. Is that for Grogu?”

“Yeah, it’s for both of us,” said Luke with a small, sunny smile.

No, thought Din quietly.

“You want a snack, Grogu?”

And before Din could look away, Luke’s mouth enclosed around the frog’s small, terrified head and with sharp nod he separated its head from its body. Din sighed in horror. The baby cheered.

“This is how me and Master Yoda used to split lunch back on Dagobah,” said Luke in between the crunch of cartilage. He handed a giggling Grogu the body. “Well, if he thought I worked hard enough that day, hah. And these were more like appetizers.”

How was it still alive? Did you get this from Dagobah? We’ve been away from the ship for two days. How was it still alive? Why does it smell like boiled bantha? Why??

Grogu gulped the body down with little resistance and Luke bounced the child on his hip. “That’ll tide ‘em over until we get back to the speeders. You okay, love?”

“Sure,” said Din. “Yes.”