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[imahologram]

for whatever miscellaneous sexy bullshit your little heart can come up with.

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[imahologram]

Without telling anyone? [There's the hint of a smile curving around the edge of the cup. It's easier to look amused, she finds, when it doesn't feel like her head and stomach are both spinning. Thanks for nothing, kid.] Luke would kill us.

[Chewie probably wouldn't mind, but Chewie's probably aboard somewhere. They wouldn't actually be leaving without him.]

You're sure about this? [It's jinxing it to ask, and probably a little annoying, but part of her is still agog at the idea that inveterate wanderer Han Solo is so quick to offer to tie himself down. Proof, she thinks, of just how deeply he loves her--more than any words could show.]

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He could try. [ Bright, unrepentant joy colors the edges of his smile that was so wide it threatened to split his stupid head open. ] No - I want to savor this.

[ The loudest noise hovering over his knee-jerk response on the matter. He stood, breathless, scared - and she could picked on that, but he was stolid in how he delivered a very personal message. ]

More sure about anything than I have been in my life.

[imahologram]

Well, if you're that sure... [Something flutters low in her belly, and while it can't be their child--their child, who's hardly more than a few cells at this point, right?--she'd like to think it's a sort of wordless approval nonetheless. She can't help grinning up at him, reaching for his hand to tug him to her for a kiss.] I'm sure we could set something up this week.

[Call up Luke, let Chewie know, look for something nice to wear, hire an officiant--there, that's it. Something small and quick and just for them.]

Unless you were hoping for a marriage of state, that is.