There's a Sarlaac pit, that's not even that far. Not that Ben would suggest it.

He looks at her steadily for a few seconds, the plate still in front of him. She's hiding her emotions like a Jedi, and better than many Jedi could do, and with only a harmless old man to hide them from. He's guessing this must be for reasons other than simple deception, and in short he doesn't trust her wisdom in declining food.

"As you wish," he says, and places the plate on a table instead. "I have water, though, and you couldn't possibly refuse that."