Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.
Enter Corran, inside Monarg's Mechanic Works.
Monarg's Voice. Sweetheart.
Corran yelps and begins weaving a wedding dress.
Enter Monarg, a giant Wookiee with an eye patch over one of his eyes.
What are you doing?
Corran. [imitates a Wookiee female] Nothing. Just weaving my bridal train, as you can see.
Monarg blindly paws at the bridal train.
Monarg. It hasn't gotten any longer.
Corran. Oh, er, yes. It has, dear. See? I've added at least an centimeter.
Monarg. Too many delays. [sniffs] You smell good, like Bothans.
Corran. [laughs weakly] Oh. Do you like it? It's jesmin. I wore it just for you.
Monarg. Hmm. Good enough to eat.
Corran. Oh, you're such a flirt.
Monarg. No more delays.
Corran. But dear, I'm not done.
Monarg. Tomorrow.
Corran. No, no. Ten more days.
Monarg. Five.
Corran. Oh, well. Seven, then, if you insist.
Monarg. Seven? That is less than five, right?
Monarg grumbles, then exits.
Corran takes a shaky breath.
Corran. [aside, in his regular voice] Hurry, Luke. Please, please, please.
Exit all.