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“How does it do that?” asks Han, nodding vaguely at Leia, who's curled up in the co-pilot seat of the Falcon with a sheaf of documents, knees tucked up into her long white dress.
“Are you talking to me?” she snaps, as though they aren't the only people in the room – Chewie's taking a nap, and Luke is busy... waving his lightsaber and throwing stationary around with his mind, or whatever it is he does in his spare time, in the other room.
He winks. “Sure am, your highness.”
“About? And how much of that ale have you even drunk?”
He snorts. “Not as much as you, clearly.”
“I- pardon? I'll have you know I haven't drunk any of your scummy ale, which, by the way, has bits floating in it, and-”
“Sounds like something that somebody who just drank a load of my ale would say.”
She glares. “I haven't touched that horrid filth. And I'm serious, are you even safe to fly this thing in your present state? I mean, I suppose it's always going to be a pile of junk, and you're still a reckless scoundrel when you're sober, but... your eyes are blurry, Han.”
“Yeah, well,” he says, sticking his feet up on the console and waving an accusing finger at a point about a foot right of Leia's head, “Your whole face is blurry. Now who's drunk?”
“Urgh! Oh, honestly, I give up. I'm going to go and... and sit in another room. Try not to get us all killed – if you're capable of that.”
He calls out after her as she makes to storm out of the cockpit, “Hey, lady, you never answered my question.”
She hesitates on the threshold, gaze stormy. “What question?”
“How does it do that?”
“How does what do that?” She lets out a grumpy little huff of air, “Oh, just stop wasting my time and focus on driving, won't you?”
“Your hair,” says Han, “Look, it's been bothering me, and I can't focus on steering if I don't have answers, Princess, that's just the facts. How does your hair do the...” he trails off, and makes vague swirly gestures at his head.
She scowls at him. “Pins, dumbo. Now fly the damn ship!”
And with that, she's gone. Han gazes after her. “Huh,” he says, and then after a moment, very quietly, “... looks nice.”