They do find the needed parts with virtually no effort at all. Ezra waits for Chopper to finish browsing the tables and then pays for what he needs before he walks with the droid to the nearest end street of the bazaar - pointing out to the grasslands in the distance. "That right there is your fastest and easiest route back to The Ghost and the rest of the Specters. Unless you needed anything else before you leave." The droid whirs and madly twirls his arms in both directions. Then he whips out his electro-prod and shocks Ezra again – clearly motioning to his backpack. Ezra sighs deeply, "Chopper I do not need a lecture at the moment. Go home. Like I already said I'll be back in time for my dosing later this evening."
There's a momentary pause, before Ezra's jaw literally drops open as Chopper reaches into his parts bag and produces a ...kriffing pair of beautiful hand carved Lotholian shot glasses? He blinks a few times. "Chopper you're a droid, Buddy. You don't actually drink."
Chopper opens his bag again and then shoves a small canister of crude oil at him, then he stretches out his electro-prod again, as if in warning.
Ezra raises his hands up, "All right, all right, I hear you. You want to come along then n,o I'm not going to try and stop you. So long as you promise me the same thing. I will take company but not judgement of any kind at the moment."