<blockquote>A moment's awkward silence fell in the room, before Beru said brightly, "Well, if you're staying, we should have a trade."
Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow at Beru.
She understood his silent question, standing up from the table and beckoning him over to their couches. "It's a…call it a tradition. Custom. When you're a guest, especially the first few times you stay with a person, it's customary to trade—well, stories. Bits of news, things you might have heard, something interesting that happened. It's how we turn strangers into people we know. And a way to pass on information."
"It's also an excuse to break out the good booze." Owen smiled as he re-entered with a bottle and three glasses.</blockquote>
