Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas or J.K. Rowling.
Enter Luke and Han, on the Trader's Luck.
Han holds a necklace from Bria, reading "my sweetheart."
Han. She's got to be joking.
Luke. What's that?
Han. It's from Bria. She can't honestly think I'd wear . . .
Luke takes a closer look at the necklace.
Luke. [laughs] Classy. You should definitely wear it in front of Phanan and Face.
Han. If you tell them, I'll . . . I'll . . .
Luke. [grins] Stutter at me? Come on. Would I?
Han. [stunned] How could she think I'd like something like that, though?
Luke. Well, think back. Have you ever let it slip that you'd like to go out in public with the words "my sweetheart" around your neck?
Han. Well, we don't really talk much. It's mainly . . .
Luke. Kissing.
Han. Well, yeah. Is Leia really going out with Shysa?
Luke. I don't know. They were at Car'das's party together. But I don't think it went well.
Luke opens his presents: a hand-knitted sweater with a Golden Globe on it from Jaina, a large box of Wraith Squadron products from the manufacturers, and a mysterious package from PROXY.
Do you think this is safe to open?
Han. [suspicious] It can't be anything dangerous. All our mail's still being searched by the Senate.
Luke. I didn't think of giving PROXY anything. Do beings usually give their droids Life Day presents?
Han. Leia would. But let's wait and see what it is before you start feeling guilty.
Luke opens a box of gravel maggots.
[laughs] Nice. Very thoughtful.
Luke. I'd rather have them than that necklace.
Exit Luke and Han.