-OMG it's like, Solo-Skywalker ( Kyp) banter

-THE BEST KIND!

-This is very short, because I wanted to get this up, because I like this scene, even if you don't.

-blah, don't own Star Wars, blah.

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Han studied the dark-haired man opposite him. This was the same Kyp Durron he'd rescued from the spice mines of Kessel oh-so-long ago, the same Kyp Durron who'd murdered millions, ruined thousands of lives. The same Kyp Durron who had played with his children like an older brother, who had fought with him in the war against the Yuuzhan Vong, who had saved Jaina from the dark side.

Han honestly didn't know what to make of him now. Kyp and Jaina, it seemed, were now together. His first reaction, as Jaina's father, was to shoot Kyp for daring to even think himself worthy enough. His second, also as Jaina's father, was to thank the Force that blasted Flyboy was no longer in the picture.

But his third reaction was as Kyp's protector, saviour and friend, and that was to be happy that finally, Kyp was happy. That finally, he had found someone, he had stopped wandering and fighting and creating trouble.

Han couldn't decide which reaction to go with.

"Daddy?"

Han moved his gaze onto his daughter. "Yeah?" He considered her for a moment. At least she was happier. If that was because of Kyp, then maybe this wasn't such a bad thing. He certainly made her happier than Jag Fel seemed to.

"Stop trying to stare Kyp to death."

Kyp glanced up at Jaina, surprise evident on his face. "Ah… if your dad wants to kill me by staring at me, he's welcome to try."

Han laughed, and Kyp was even more surprised. "I'm not gonna kill you, kid."

"You're not?"

"No. You know what Jaina's like when you take away her favourite toy. I've no intention of putting myself through that again."

Kyp raised an eyebrow. "Toy," he repeated dryly.

Jaina gave him an overly-sweet smile. "Be a nice toy or I won't play with you later."

Han gave her a look. "I said I wouldn't kill him, sweetie, but I didn't say I wouldn't hurt him."

"Don't tempt the angry General, Sticks."

Han scowled. "I'm not a General."

"Sure, Han," Leia said absently.

"Wait a minute, Han, let me get this straight," Mara interrupted, staring at him. "You're just going to accept this?"

Han shrugged. "Why not? He's a better match for her than that piece of cardboard."

Jaina choked on her nerfburger. "Dad!"

Kyp frowned thoughtfully. "Now why didn't I come up with that? Cardboard…"

"Just because I'm not with Jag now doesn't mean you can all insult him."

"Aw, but it's fun!" Kyp grinned.

Mara paused for a second. "Captain Cardboard does have a certain ring to it."

"Colonel Cardboard," Jaina corrected her aunt, then winced. "Sithspit, stop it!"

"Jaya said sith!"

"Ben!" Mara scolded her son, then shot Jaina a mock glare. "No swearing at the dinner table."

"Ooh, Jaina's in trouble," Kyp taunted her.

Jaina kicked him under the table, and he let out a yelp and kicked her back.

"Kids," Luke reprimanded them quietly, "no fighting. You'll set a bad example to Ben."

Leia tilted her head and studied first Jaina, then Kyp, appraisingly. "They're worse than the Senate. In fact," she added, "they fight almost as much as another couple I can think of."

Han flashed her his famous lopsided grin and she smiled back.

Mara groaned. "Now even you're accepting this, Leia?"

"Well, why not? Makes more sense than Jag, like Han said."

Jaina cleared her throat. "When you're done deciding whether Kyp and I are allowed to be together, I'd like to remind you all that's it not actually any of your business."

Mara went slightly red, and Luke covered his laughter with a cough.

"Done?" Jaina repeated, glancing round at everyone as they nodded. She kept her gaze on Mara, who stared back stonily, and then sighed.

"I guess I can live with it."

Kyp pretended to be horrified. "No, no living with us."

Mara narrowed her eyes and glared at him. "I mean, I can deal with it, then. Maybe."

"What you think isn't going to change anything, Aunt Mara, so you might as well just accept it. No maybes."

"The more you provoke me, Jaina, the more indignant I'll get." But Mara's tone wasn't so heated, and her expression wasn't so angry. She considered Kyp for a second, and then shrugged, turning back to Jaina. "Alright, OK, I suppose I can trust him with you. Since, undoubtedly, this is more your fault than his."

Jaina grinned at her aunt. "Ever the perceptive one, Mara."

Kyp glanced round the table. "Anyone else have anything else to add?"

Ben looked thoughtful for a moment, and then frowned. "Kee and Jaya? Like Mommy and Daddy?"

Mara looked slightly put out at that comparison, but Jaina just laughed. "In a way, Ben, yes. Is that a problem?"

Ben continued to frown. "But Ben on'y get one pressie from Mommy and Daddy. Ben on'y get one from Kee and Jaya?"

Kyp sniggered, and glanced at Luke, who had his head in his hands. "Tell you what Ben. We'll still get you two presents for your birthday. That make you feel better?"

Ben's face lit up so brightly there, Jaina could've sworn Kyp had just promised him his own ship. "Yeah! Two pressies!"

"Ben," Luke began, rather belatedly, "a Jedi does not crave material possessions."

"I thought that was excitement and adventure," Kyp put in.

"Both," Luke said adamantly, "both."

"But that's three things," Jaina told him.

Luke groaned and put his head in his hands again. "Children! Always so pernickety."

Jaina tried to look indignant. "Uncle Luke, I'm not a child."

"Ssh, let him say what he wants," Kyp told her in a stage whisper. "He's just upset cause he's realised he's old."

It was Han's turn to look indignant. "If he's old, what does that make me?"

Kyp swore under his breath and turned his most charming smile on Han. "Wise. Mature."

"Experienced," Jaina added.

"A veteran," Kyp continued.

Leia nudged Han. "Is that enough praise for you yet?"

"Oh, I don't know… I could always go for some more…"

Kyp rolled his eyes. "Hang on a minute while I go find a thesaurus then."

"How about we get back on topic," Mara suggested.

"Topic? We had a topic in this conversation?" Jaina did her best to look puzzled.

Mara sighed and leaned back in her chair. "I give up."

Kyp glanced round the table again, amused. "Is lunch always this fun with you guys?"

"Oh, this is nothing," Han told him, "you should come back when Threepio's with us. Kills me every time."

"A veritable battle of wits between the two of them," Leia commented dryly.

"Dad always loses."

"Alright," Han said suddenly, "I'm with Mara now. Back on topic."

"Seriously, what was the topic?" Jaina asked him.

Han shrugged. "Thinking up insults for Jag?"

"Pressies!" Ben cried out, earning himself a groan from Luke, and a sigh from Mara.

"Or," Leia started, looking round at everyone, "we could actually eat lunch."

"Sounds good to me," Kyp agreed.

"Yeah, since I spent hours slaving over a hot stove for you ungrateful bunch."

"Thanks, Han."

"Thanks, Dad."

"Yeah… well… just eat up." Han took a bite of his own nerfsausages, swallowed, and glared at everyone round the table. "And you better enjoy it, because I used up the last of the good food from the Falcon on you lot. Leia and I'll have nothing but rations on the way back."

"We appreciate it, Han, honestly," Luke assured him.

"Those rations are top-quality Twin Suns rations I misappropriated, I'll have you know," Jaina informed her father indignantly. "Nothing but the best in those packs."

"It's just tasteless dehydrated crumbs," Han complained.

"But the best tasteless dehydrated crumbs," Jaina insisted.

"How are they different to other packs' dehydrated crumbs?" Kyp asked her.

"These say Twin Suns on the wrapper," Jaina told him as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Of course they're better."

"So," Kyp started, realisation evident in his voice, "writing Twin Suns on something instantly makes it better?"

Jaina nodded.

"Anyone got a pen?"

Jaina just hit him on the shoulder, narrowing her eyes at his smirk, and ate the rest of her lunch in silence. Everyone else followed suit, and for a brief, sweet moment, the only noises were the clatter of cutlery and the splash of Ben spilling his drink. A rare, blissful peace at a Solo-Skywalker meal.

Jaina just knew it wasn't going to last long.