Not wanting to risk discovery for something that might not even be edible to a human, he scanned the bins for something familiar. Finally he saw what he was looking for: a basket of daro root.

Mouth watering, he edged beneath the tightly pulled comer of the awning and crouched, his eyes
on the treasure. Daro root grew on several worlds that humans had colonized. His had been one of
them. As a child he had developed a taste for the sweet, creamy golden flesh of the root and now,
as hungry as he was, he was sure it would provide the most delicious meal in recent memory.
A gaggle of shoppers was passing the kiosk, occasionally obscuring the daro from sight. He willed
them to find the produce here uninspiring and to go elsewhere.

They did.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force: Chapter 2