Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, Lucas and his homies do, unless you don't recognise one and then it may be mine. I don't own the pez company either (but I do own a pez, go me!!!!)
Intro
Visably bracing himself, Luke Skywalker reached over and took her hand again "Mara… will you marry me?"
"You mean if we get out of here alive?"
Luke shook his head "I mean regardless"
Mara took a deep breath and composed herself to give him a reply, "There's nothing more I would like in the world, except maybe to get out of this place, but oh Luke I can't"
The Jedi tore his eyes away from her undeniably crushed "I understand"
"No farm boy you don't. When I was younger I made myself a promise, more of an oath. I can only marry a man if he" She paused as if this confession was monumental
"Yes?" Luke prompted, hope suddenly rising in his eyes.
"If he buys me a pez"
He titled his head to look at her with an expression of bewilderment on his face "A pez?"
"Yes" A blissful look crossed her face that he had never seen before "You know those cute little sweet dispenser things??"
"Yes Mara, I know what a pez is. At what age exactly did you make this promise to yourself?"
The assassin turned smuggler shrugged "Five, but what does it matter. A promise is a promise Luke. I just can't break it".
Luke smiled lightly, thinking it best to humour her "Well I guess I'll have to find one when we get out of here"
"Oh Luke"
Intro
Visably bracing himself, Luke Skywalker reached over and took her hand again "Mara… will you marry me?"
"You mean if we get out of here alive?"
Luke shook his head "I mean regardless"
Mara took a deep breath and composed herself to give him a reply, "There's nothing more I would like in the world, except maybe to get out of this place, but oh Luke I can't"
The Jedi tore his eyes away from her undeniably crushed "I understand"
"No farm boy you don't. When I was younger I made myself a promise, more of an oath. I can only marry a man if he" She paused as if this confession was monumental
"Yes?" Luke prompted, hope suddenly rising in his eyes.
"If he buys me a pez"
He titled his head to look at her with an expression of bewilderment on his face "A pez?"
"Yes" A blissful look crossed her face that he had never seen before "You know those cute little sweet dispenser things??"
"Yes Mara, I know what a pez is. At what age exactly did you make this promise to yourself?"
The assassin turned smuggler shrugged "Five, but what does it matter. A promise is a promise Luke. I just can't break it".
Luke smiled lightly, thinking it best to humour her "Well I guess I'll have to find one when we get out of here"
"Oh Luke"
