Yesterday had been a very, very long day (no doubt made longer by how he hadn't gotten any sleep last night):
lightsaber dueling and
conversations he'd
not wanted to have were exhausting, and even watching
Face Loran make an absolute idiot of himself in old propaganda films hadn't been enough to restore his good mood.
Which was why after his class with Minsc, Ben had fled for the ice cream shop, and then some solitude.
He stirred his pint of vanilla into soup and watched the waves crash on the shore.
[OOC: He is totally bug-able, though!]