[ This whole thing feels wrong to Bodhi, sitting next to Chirrut in front of impressive display of food.

He shrugs, and then clears his throat. ] I don't know, honestly. They're... they're toying with us, I think? We're supposed to eat it, they obviously want us to. [ Why else would they give them so much, and things that they knew would tempt them. He picks up one of the cakes, and piles that and a few other things onto his plate. ]

If we do, something happens. If we don't... I don't know.

[ It's the most obvious answer, but Bodhi doesn't have any more than Chirrut does. ]