"Why would I hit you with the lightsaber when I can give you a really nice push." She said, a bit ahead of him, and he might notice her hands behind her back splayed out a bit and she gave a very tiny push. He'd feel it too, but only like a push of a gust of wind, for a moment.

She turned after, to walk backwards, watching him. "We're not suppose to harm our body with things that could distract or upset it, but once in a while my Master and I would make a stop in at Dax's dinner. He had a really good sweet bread filled with frozen blue cream. Sometimes Master would splurge on one for each of us." She said with a beaming grin. "Sounds a bit like your moms ice cream and cookie dough."