Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
"Dad?" The quiet voice asked, standing in the doorway to his office. He smiled, leaning back.
"Jaina." She walked around his desk, coming to a stop beside his chair. He reached out a hand, gently pushed back an errant strand of hair from her forehead.
"Can we borrow your blaster? You can say no, that's okay."
"Why?"
"Jacen is convinced he can block a blaster shot, and Anakin doesn't believe him." She rolled her eyes as she finished her short explanation.
Han hesitated. He didn't really want his children shooting each other, but if he said no, they would just find another way; they were, after all, his children.
He looked over his daughter to where his sons stood just outside the door. They employed this tactic before; Jaina had a higher success rate then they did. He waved them over.
Unholstering his gun, he handed it over the desk to Anakin, slowly.
"Stun only. Y'got that?" Still holding the grip.
"Awesome! I've wanted to do this forever!"
"Anakin."
"Yup. Stun. Got it."
They huddled off, close together, bathing in their success. No more than half a minute later, Jaina reappeared to hand the blaster back.
"He can't do it." She said simply, turned and walked back to her brothers.