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“Lando, I need your skillset.”
“Darling. Come on now, don’t sell me short. Both you and I know that when it comes to skillsets, your boy has many. All at your disposal, of course.”
“I knew I could count on you. It’s Rey. I want you to give her a makeover.”
“A makeover. Really. Forgive me, it’s not that I don’t think the girl would shine up nicely, but….to what end? Or are you just fatigued of the whole I’m-going-to-the-farmer’s-market-later-but-I-don’t-need-shoes-for-that aesthetic? Because that would be completely understandable.”
“I’m sending her to First Order.”
“To spy on Ben?”
“....There’s more to it than that.”
“Leia.”
“There are things at stake, Lando. This isn’t simply personal.”
“Nothing ever is. Don’t you already know someone there?”
“Not well enough to ask for what I want Rey to do.”
“Well, well, well. And here I thought Han was the sly dog in the family. You playing a long game here, princess? How does the gremlin feel about us turning her into a honeypot?”
“We aren’t. I’m not a pimp, Lando. And this is my son we’re talking about, in case you’d forgotten.”
“Alright, okay. I didn’t mean anything by it. So you want professional. Versus sexy. Got it.”
“A happy medium between the two, I should think. I’m not saying you need to dress the girl like a nun.”
“Well, good. Because if you were, I’d say you were asking the wrong fella.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“Hey, uh….are you sure it’s...safe? Sending Rey over there? If he picks up on the fact that she’s a plant from you, he probably won’t be too happy about it.”
“You think she’d be in danger?”
“Hell, Leia, I don’t know. The kid’s always been kinda unpredictable. And not in the good way, either. I mean, after what happened to Han….”
“Lando.”
“Yeah?”
“It was ruled an accident. There’s no evidence that-”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Leia, but he was young, handsome, rich, and white. That’s pretty much the standard recipe for getting away with murder.”
“Not much I can say to that, is there? Besides, Luke believes it was accidental.”
“Do you?”
“What choice do I have? If I don’t, how do I keep putting one foot in front of the other, Lando? Tell me. How do I live with that?”
“Sorry. I loved him too.”
“I know you did. Just...get her some nice things, okay? Help her fit in over there; she’ll feel enough like a fish out of water without looking like one, too. I know she’ll be in good hands with you.”
“The best. Don’t worry, princess. I’ll take good care of her.”