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Cookies

"Oh Ben, dear, would you come and help me string up these lights for Fete Day?"

Seven-year old Ben Skywalker tore away his concentration from the vid game he was currently engaged in playing with his uncle, where he was a whole squadron of TIE fighters out to hunt down and blow up the nefarious Millennium Falcon which was currently ducking and weaving crazily in his sights and regarded his aunt with an enthusiastic smile.

"Sure thing, Aunt Leia!"

His uncle, Han Solo, pounding furiously at the game console as he concentrated, his tongue between his teeth, interrupted.
"Kid, I'm about to blow your ass! You sure you want to leave this?"

Ben's attention swivelled back to the game and he had to move fast to prevent a few more fighters in his squadron from being incinerated by the mighty Falcon's laser cannons.
"Sithspawn, Uncle Han! You almost got me there!"

Although his uncle didn't bat an eyelid at this casual use of a swear-word, his aunt raised her brows and pursed her lips on the opposite side of the room. As if it wasn't bad enough that he must have naturally inherited a mouth for verbal abuse from his mother, her husband here was acting as no better influence for the boy!

She strode over to the two of them on the couch, hunched over their individual game controls with near-identical expressions of extreme concentration on their faces.
"Alright, that's enough you two! You've been at it for hours. Han, I need help putting up the Fete Day lights and I'm sure you can find something more important for yourself to do if you think hard enough!"

"Awww, Leia! You can do it just as well yourself, you know that. Just...gimme...a minute..."
On-screen the Falcon juked and jinked in front of a descending flight of TIEs.

Leia sighed, shook her head and decided to attack from another angle.
Leaning over behind her nephew she wheedled into his ear,
"Ben, sweetheart, you help me out with the Fete Day lights every year, don't you? You know I could never do it without you. How about you let your uncle win this round, huh? You can come back and get him later. Besides, I might just happen to have some of your faaaavourite chocolate cookies in the kitchen and if you come with me, I might let you have some..."

As if in a trance, the boy promptly abandoned his controller and followed his smirking aunt towards the apartment's balcony.

"Hey!" Han called in protest, suddenly finding all the challenge (and therefore all the fun!) in the game falling away.
"No Jedi mind tricks on family, Leia!"

His wife looked back over her shoulder as she retreated, herding their nephew before her, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"Oh that wasn't a mind trick, honey," she countered.
"I just beat you using cookies!"

[A/N: And that's why the Dark Side has cookies! Let the 'Hunger Games' begin! Mwahahahaha!]