( for a man who's spent his life around aliens, sneakthieves, soldiers and worse, the scar means nothing to han. at worst, he wonders why no one put the kid in a healing tank. )
I've eaten enough slop in my life, thanks.
( it's not the bug protein he objects to — space is a wide, wide world after all and han's a purveyor of its many oddities — but the cooking methods leave something to be desired. )
C'mere, kid.
( han gestures to the chair across from him. take a load off. )
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I've eaten enough slop in my life, thanks.
( it's not the bug protein he objects to — space is a wide, wide world after all and han's a purveyor of its many oddities — but the cooking methods leave something to be desired. )
C'mere, kid.
( han gestures to the chair across from him. take a load off. )