A Polite Conversation
"When is your birthday, Captain?"
"Why? You thinkin' of planning a surprise party?" Han asked, with a grin.
"No, I'm just curious," answered Leia.
"If you were thinking of a surprise party, I would be fine with that."
"Oh, really?" she asked, drily.
"Yeah. So long as the surprise is a beautiful woman waiting in my cabin with wine and balloons. What do you say, Princess? Can you clear your schedule?"
"Could you possibly be anymore inappropriate?" Leia snapped in response.
"Is that an actual request because I could go on-"
Leia abruptly stood up, ready to storm out of the falcon. She wondered why she bothered coming here. The uncouth captain seemed continually determined to prove her worst expectations about him.
"Hey, wait," Han said, putting his hand on her arm. "I'm sorry."
Leia shot him a frustrated look. "Is it possible for you to go one conversation without making an innuendo?"
"Yes," Han said firmly. "I think."
Leia raised her eyebrow at him.
"Hey, give me a break. I've never tried it before!"
She couldn't stop a small smile from appearing on her face. Han grinned in response.
"Please sit. We'll start over," he said, sitting back down. His posture was straight and he had his hands clasped in front of him in an exaggerated display of decorum.
The Princess bit her lip to muffle her own grin. She slid back into the booth.
"So, what were we talking about?"
Leia eyed him warily and answered, "Your birthday."
"Can I ask why you want to know?"
"I told you, I'm just curious," she said, slightly blushing.
Leia had been reading the smuggler's file when she noticed the absence of a birth date. Her curiosity had been piqued over the omission. It seemed like a harmless piece of information.
"I don't know the actual date I was born," Han said, matter-of-factly, "At some point; I just picked a date and stuck with it."
Leia tried to conceal her surprise at his admission.
Han shrugged. "I've never really paid much attention to my birthday- except to add another year to my age. Chewie usually tries to put something together on the day."
"Like a party?" Leia asked.
"Yeah, I guess you could call it that. He cooks dinner, buys beer, washes the dishes that night..."
Leia couldn't stop herself from suddenly erupting in laughter.
"I'm sorry," she said in response to his startled expression, "It's just a funny image and...it's sweet."
She covered her mouth but couldn't stop giggling.
"This is what I get for trying to have a polite conversation," Han said, shaking his head.