Little Ben Skywalker looked at the blaster in his hands in horror. Now he'd done it! He'd broken Uncle Han's blaster! He'd skin him alive! In sheer panic, he ran back through the house to his baby-sitters.
Jacen was snoring on the couch, an arm lying slack over his eyes. Jaina was awake, though, she was flipping through some old starship holozines idly, looking on the brink of sleep herself.
Ben tugged urgently on her sleeve.
"Jaina! I need you to do something for me."
"What is it, Ben?"
"Come on! I'll show you!"
He ran back to her father's study, while she trailed behind him lazily, wondering what her baby cousin had gotten upto this time.
Ben was regarding something with a very worried expression on his face. He turned to his older cousin sister and held out a blaster that looked disturbingly like her father's.
"You have to fix this, Jaina! I-I think I broke it!"
Jaina's heart had jumped into her throat at the sight of it. Ben had been playing with a real live blaster? He could have killed himself!
She snatched it out of his hands, mentally cursing her father for being so careless.
"Ben, where'd you find this?"
The small child looked guiltily at the floor and scuffed his feet.
"In the bottom drawer."
"You know you're not supposed to play with blasters, don't you?"
He looked up at her stern voice and nodded, tears threatening to spill down his round cheeks.
Jaina almost melted, but reined herself in at the last minute.
"Go wake Jacen up and play with him while I see about this, ok?"
Jaina watched the little boy shuffle out morosely and then allowed herself the smirk she'd been trying desperately to hide all along.
Han Solo had learnt his lesson from his own children long ago. The blaster had it's safety catch on and lacked a power cell. It was well known in their house that you couldn't keep little children away from blasters, so it was best to keep the firepower away from them!