Mara never does anything for only one reason, she normally has several concerns she covers with each action. In this case, she did manage to make some of those girls clutch their pearls, she also established herself as in command of things with her own side of town, and she shocked the farmboy.

The last was with some pleasure for her, and some surprise that she actually had enjoyed it. There was a strange sort of earnestness in him that came through in far more than just his words and his aw-shucks looks.

To his credit, he recovered from it with humor if not grace. And still managed to be focused on what she'd said. She half expected him to have forgotten her request for the address. But there he was all prepared with a notepad and pen. Such a boy scout.

"You think you could keep up if I gave you a warning?" Oh, that was actually cute. Mara reached out to take the paper from him and tucked it into a snug rear pocket.

"That wasn't French or Irish, that was just me. So you better be able to keep up Skywalker, because I don't slow down from here." Mara grabbed her plate and drink and headed over to her friend's table.

She'd see him again, as much as she told herself it had only been to get a rise out of the squares. There was something more to the farmboy than met the eye and she intended to find it out.