Ben cringed at the mental image of not eating for that long. Had he ditched the mess hall in order to avoid talking to people once or twice? Absolutely. He was terrible at confronting his mistakes and general social interaction. But he was also capable of having one of the droids sneak him something.

"I cannot say I know what that's like. Mother always kept me well-fed, though despite her efforts I remain in possession of what Uncle Luke used to call 'porg legs'."

Awkwardly, he leaned against the door, trying to figure out what to even ask a Force Ghost given human form. He settled on, "Is this something they knew the Force could do in your day? Resurrecting the dead, I mean."