((Another little tidbit. Fellow gearheads will forgive the shameless 4th wall breaking.))
The Millennium Falcon settled into the wide hangar, and by the time Han walked down the boarding ramp, Leia was there to greet him. The hangar was already full of Rebel soldiers, organizing all of the scavenged materials they could, loading them onto the small fleet of personal ships Vader had at Bast Castle - or whatever Dasje could order in time before covering his tracks. Han understandably did not look pleased to be there - and it was an irresistible opportunity to tease him.
"Han!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "We have a situation."
"What? What's happened?"
She remained stony-faced until he was next to her, then let a slim smile play on her lips, taking a small covered dish out of the bag slung at his hip. "Eat this."
"That's the situation?" He said incredulously, but undid the top of the tin, pulling out the simple attached spoon from its holder and poking suspiciously at the contents.
"The situation is that we need to pull out all the stops to get this woman cooking for the Rebellion full-time. ...Go ahead, take a bite. You'll see what I mean."
Han glared worriedly until he actually tried a bite. "Mmfn! ...Mmm." His eyes lit up immediately, and one bite quickly followed another. Chewbacca followed Han down, snuffling before giving a curious and keening roar. "That's -" Han gulped before taking one more bite. "That's the best I've ever had." He turned to offer it to Chewbacca. "Fish stew over rice. And I don't even like fish stew. But that's delicious."
Leia smirked. "You see what I mean about how we have a situation?"
"Yeah, I think I do. But..." He grinned, looking around the hangar. "I'm only here for one thing. Vader has a Claren, right? Anyone found it yet? Because I'm loading it onto the Falcon and saying we're even about Bespin -"
"That would only be proper reparations if I had actually killed you, Solo, and then only if I had killed you very slowly and very painfully," Vader interrupted, striding into the hangar. Han jumped a little and glared at Vader as he passed. "Besides, it's destroyed. Scrap." While Vader continued to direct a group of troops, giving instructions on how to best dismantle some part of the castle before returning them to Dasje's care, Han gave a long mournful sigh. The troops who had overheard the announcement also looked as if they had just been informed that their grandmother died along with their favourite pet cat.
Leia sighed. "All right, I have to ask. I've heard the name before, but I can't remember where. ...What, exactly, is a Claren?"
"The fastest production swoop ever made!"
Han smirked at the trooper's enthusiasm. "You know how in every barracks there's at least one poster of a fancy swoop next to whatever pin-up girl? ...The Claren is always that swoop."
"There were only fifty-two ever made!" The trooper continued rambling in excitement. "Well, fifty-three, counting Vader's. There was some debate as to whether it counted or not - custom job, as I understand it, with some slight variation in parts and tuning, not to mention whatever additions -"
"I used to be able to name all fifty-three owners," the other nearby trooper said with starry-eyed nostalgia. "The whole list. Even the colors they had their Clarens painted, sometimes..."
Leia shook her head, cracking a smile. "Boys and their toys. I should've known." She nailed Vader with a smirk as he strode past, busy with some sort of organizational task.
"Every man has their own individual weakness. Admiral Thrawn keeps his art collection. Tarkin's favourite foible was called Natasi Daala. For my part..." He turned to face her once he reached the turbolift. "I happen to like going very fast."
"I thought your indulgence was killing things," Leia said snidely.
"True. Going very fast, and killing things." He tilted his head slightly with a sarcastic smirk. "Occasionally, I even combine the two. ...Every man has some similar weakness. And I believe Solo's little proclivity..." Vader stared the other man down, still smiling cruelly. "Might just be named Leia."
The turbolift doors closed before Leia could shoot back a properly stinging remark.