“I’ve been thinking.” She pretended to mull the question over. “What if I decided to go flying around the galaxy with some scoundrel?” Han raised his eyebrows and pointed toward his own chest. Leia laughed. “Unless you had another scoundrel in mind.” “Hey, hey. I’m the only scoundrel up for the job.” He shook his head in – surprise? Disbelief? Leia wasn’t sure. What mattered most was the warmth in his smile. Even if Han wasn’t convinced she intended to do this, he liked the idea. Down.”
