Hera walks over to the table, keeping her hands folded until she reaches the chair he'd pulled out for her.

And she does help herself, though she practices a few of the lessons she's learned. That she'll like the food more if she takes her time, that it really is not going anywhere. And that when sharing a meal, it feels better to eat a similar pace, rather than finishing your own food before the other person has even started. But 'sharing a meal' was also something she'd never done, before.

So she reaches for one biscuit, and breaks it carefully over a place, slowly consuming it in small pieces as she waits for Thrawn to return.