Leia heard the doorbell ring, and was about to get it when she felt her father get there first. She sighed heavily, and simply continued doing what she had been. She felt a strange ripple of happiness come from her father, and was confused. Rarely was he ever pleased with anyone who came by their house. It was simply something that...never happened. She heard the door close, and poked her head around the corner.
"Who was tha–?"
Vader put the boxes of Girl Scout cookies on the kitchen table, and Leia could feel the pleasure rolling off him in waves.
She gave her father a skeptical look. "Girl Scout cookies?"
"Yes."
Leia hadn't heard her father this excited since...well...that time, but considering it then resulted in a massacre, she had a feeling that this situation was vastly different from the others.
"But...girl scout cookies?"
"You disapprove?"
"No, no! It's just..." Leia groped for a way to explain how she felt. "Odd."
"I like cookies."
"Right. Still, you mercilessly kill most people who come to our door, and yet you let off Girl Scouts? You know they'll never leave us alone now."
"If they bring cookies every time, I don't mind."
Leia chuckled and smiled faintly. "Alright. As long as you share."
"I bought you your own box. So no taking mine."
There was a pause, and then the two laughed, not the evil maniacal 'This is going to be the last thing you ever hear' breed, but just...plain amusement.
Vader walked over to the couch to attempt to relax after a day of killing people, while Leia returned to her original task.