In the middle of pulling out their lunch from the satchel, Obi-Wan glances over at her in surprise at the non-sequitur. He smiles at her affectionately, but shakes his head a little. "I do appreciate that. I want for very little though, and comfort is a small thing for me. Clean clothes, a comfortable bed to sleep in and shelter from the elements are all luxuries I've had to forgo in the past, and so they are the only comforts I know I truly require. Anything else feels like extravagance."

It's not that he enjoys comfort and luxury when he can get it, but he is a tactile person, and enjoys the comfort that seems to only come from well-made, expensive items. He can't stomach too much rich, fine food, instead preferring simple fare, but even then he can appreciate the quality of it. Clothing is where his downfall lies, and he has always held his appreciation and love of fine linen, watery silks and supple leather close to his chest, unwilling to let anyone else know that he is not the austere Jedi one would expect.