"Hey, Luke!" Leia called out to Luke.
Luke whirled around. "H-hi Leia." Luke blushed.
"Why are you –" oh, right. That kiss. Awkward. "Well – er – okay, hi. Do you know where Han is?"
Luke's silly grin dropped. "Why?"
"Oh, for Heaven's sake! We were paired up for an assignment on Navigation and we have to get it finished soon or I will blow up his smug little face personally."
Luke shrugged. "I dunno where he is. Did you ask Chewie?"
"Oh!" Leia face-palmed. "I forgot. Do you know where he is?"
"Raaaaawr!" came a sound from behind them.
"Speaking of the devil," Leia heard Luke mumble next to her.
"Chewie!" she hugged the shaggy walking carpet. "Do you know where Han is?"
"Rawr Rara Rar Rooooooaaaar!" Chewie responded.
Leia's mouth formed a frown. "He did, did he? Well, is he finished?"
"Rawr!" Chewie covered his eyes with his shaggy paws.
"What happened?" Luke asked.
"Leia gulped. "Jabba, that's what happened. Come on."
She grabbed Luke's wrist and yanked him with her as she ran towards the school kitchen.
"Anyone in there?" Luke whispered loudly to Leia.
"Shh . . . Lunch Lady Grievous is in there."
"What's he doing – ow!"
"Shh! He's getting ready for tomorrow's lunch!" Leia shuddered. "I don't think I'm gonna eat tomorrow's cafeteria food. "
"So let's get Han! Let's create a distraction!"
Leia jumped off of Luke's back and onto the school floor. Got any ideas?"
Luke's face contorted into a thinking face. Then his eyes lit up. "I got it! Come on!" this time it was his turn to grab Leia's wrist as he pulled her with him . . . to the parking lot.
"You sure about this?" Leia whispered sharply to Luke.
"Positive." Luke checked behind him to make sure the two droids were following. "He won't miss them at all."
Finally, they reached the kitchen door. Leia used R2-D2 this time to see through the window on the top of the door. "He's still there. Okay, Artoo and Threepio, I need you two to create a distraction in the kitchen for me."
"Well, what type of distraction?" C-3PO asked, somehow managing to still be annoying.
"Just try something! Anything!" Leia hissed. "Just get Grievous out the kitchen!" she jumped off R2-D2. "Go, go, go!"
R2-D2 ploughed through the doors, beeping loudly and flashing lights. C-3PO wobbled in, muttering, "oh dear, oh dear. This is not in my programming."
Leia and Luke hid under a table conveniently located next to the kitchen doors. They heard a big BOOM! followed by a slew of curses, and Leia barely could keep herself from laughing.
Suddenly the kitchen doors burst open and a very angry Lunch Lady Grievous was chasing an R2 unit with one ladle in its robotic arm.
"Get back here, you pest!" Grievous was shouting, "That's my favourite ladle!" his voice gradually faded away as he disappeared down the hall.
Luke and Leia made their move. Quickly, Leia slammed the doors open and pulled open the fridge door. She went inside, making sure that Luke was holding the door open.
"Brrrrr! This fridge is almost as cold as Hoth!" she mumbled to herself.
"When did you go to Hoth?" Luke called from the door.
"Hmmm? Oh, for vacation. Not the best vacation to remember. Han?" she called to the crumpled body on the floor. She could just barely hear an answer, it was so weak.
She grabbed Han's hand and dragged him out.
"Quick, Luke! Help me get him outside! It'll warm him up."
Taking an arm each around their shoulders, Luke and Leia made a group effort to carry Han out. Outside was baking hot, just perfect to defrost a body. Han, now conscious, was shivering and clinging onto Luke and Leia like they were a life-saver and he was drowning.
"I'm-I'm o-okay-y n-now. Y-you c-can put-t m-me d-down-n n-now." Han sputtered out.
They let go of him, and he spilled onto the grass.
Suddenly Han looked up wildly. "I can't see! I can't see! I'm blind! I'm blind!" he yelled.
Leia shushed Han and spoke in a soothing voice, calming Han down. Once she told Han what happened, Han growled. "I'm gonna get that slug and dump a whole truckload of salt on him, that wretch."
"Well, that's all nice, but we got a project to finish," Leia slapped his back, then quickly said, "once you've recovered, of course."
Suddenly Han was barrelled by a very shaggy fur carpet.
"Chewie?" Han sounded confused.
"Rawrg!" Chewie responded, wrapping himself around Han, trying to keep him toasty-warm.
Leia laughed. "Well, we can learn a very valuable lesson from this."
"And what is that?"
"Don't listen to Jabba anymore, Laserbrain! Now, while you recover, I'll outline what we need to do for our assignment . . ."
"Oh, brother." Han pushed Chewie's hands away. "But I guess annoying friends are better than no friends."
"Shut up." Luke and Leia said at the same time.
