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[straightouttacarbonite]

Leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table, he raises an eyebrow but doesn't challenge her claim aloud. Why spoil the fun? As much as he relishes the opportunity to tease her, there's something oddly genuine about the questions she's asking, the answers he finds himself giving her.

"It doesn't happen every day," he says instead, pulling back to a standard level of bravado.

[imahologram]

"I don't think the galaxy could take it if it did," she answers, glancing at the nearest chronometer. There's chatting with Han, and then there's flirting with Han, and no matter what he might think, she doesn't want to get into the latter.

Han, on the other hand, looks like he'd like nothing better.

She stands, and does her best to force down the vague sense of regret that she can't keep asking questions. "We'd better get back to work."

[straightouttacarbonite]

Okay, he's definitely overplayed his hand, there. Still, there's something about how she shies away-- predictably sudden, one fond jab too many and she snaps like a piece of rubber. All business.

But it doesn't change the fact that she's been sitting here listening, asking, trying to get to know him better. Han doesn't have to be a self-proclaimed Jedi to sense the feelings at play there.

"Sure thing, your worship."

Sorry not sorry, Leia.