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It had been like this since the New Republic had retaken Coruscant. Throngs of reporters and even fans everywhere they went. Leia exchanged glances with Han and Luke as their covered airspeeder idled at the restaurant's dock.
“So much for a quiet dinner out,” Han sighed.
“Someone must have tipped off the press,” Luke agreed. “Should we head home? Avoid all this?”
“You’d think they’d be tired of us by now.”
“You can’t blame them. We are heroes of the Rebellion, after all.” Leia teased. She kissed each of them on the cheek and adjusted her shawl. “Are we ready?”