A/N: Hey there! I decided to try something a little different with this set. All five stories follow the same storyline, a first for me. I think it had some success, but that's for you to decide. Feel free to review, let me know what's working and what's not.

Enjoy,

TSW

XXXI. Breakfast

The cafeteria is quiet this morning, largely due to the corner table, whose normally rowdy occupants sit silently, passing around a knowing smirk. Frequently, their eyes flicker towards the entrance in anticipation.

"They have to come out eventually."

"Do you think the might walk in separately? It might save them some embarrassment."

"No it won't."

"Aren't you guys assuming a little too much?"

"Your innocence never fails to amaze me, Lukie-boy. Mot everyone has your incredible Jedi willpower. These two have been waiting for a long time."

Sure enough ,the doors open, and the lovers walk in to raucous cheers.

XXXII. Lunch

It's strange, suddenly being a "couple". Not that it hadn't been suspected for a long time, but now it's public knowledge. She'd gotten so used to denying it, "no" was reflexive.

They sit together at lunch, and she's suddenly aware of the jealous female glances sent her way. She knows there's no need to protect her territory, but she moves closer just in case. He doesn't mind.

Out of habit, they start to argue, and it feels like old times again. Except now, she's bickering with her laser-brain.

Then again, she thinks with a smile, he was hers all along.

XXXIII. Dinner

Their relationship hasn't been orthodox, and he feels like making it up to her. Dinner seems like an average, normal place to start. Unfortunately, that entails smuggling a princess off-base, finding a restaurant on a mostly unpopulated planet, and digging enough change from his pockets for at least one decent meal.

Through a combination of hard-earned pirating skills and a few bribes, they escape the base. The diner is seedy, the food burnt, and the waiter clearly flirting with his date. He leaves him a black eye instead of a tip.

She brushes off his apologies. "Normal would be boring."

XXXIV. Food

He seems determined to make her happy, even if it means chaining her to a table set with stolen silverware and forcing a meal down her throat. She decides to humor him, sitting on the counter while he mumbles about their waiter. Her explanation of local hospitality was lost on him, so she abandons the idea.

She's surprised by the array of food on the ship. The cabinets are full of delicacies she hasn't eaten in year. "Where was all this when we were eating ice chips?"

He smiles guiltily at her accusation. "Sorry, Princess. I don't share too well."

XXXV. Drink

"Han, have you seen-" he stops in the doorway. Han is asleep on a bench with Leia across his lap, her arm around his waist. An empty glass lies beside them.

Han opens his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I was just-" Han puts a finger to his lips. He gently touches Leia's face, and she stirs.

"You've been missed, sweetheart."

"I wha- Oh, hell." She scrambles to her feet. "Thank you Luke. Goodbye, nerfherder." With a wave to Han, she's out the door, swaying just a bit.

As he leaves, Luke wonders whether it was the alcohol or being in love.