Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
Dignitaries filed in, one at a time, in a painstakingly long line which seemed to stretch on forever.
A senator from a mid-rim territory was next in line, bowing first to Leia, and Han, then warming greeting the eight-year-old twins and a distracted seven-year-old Anakin.
Crouching slightly in front of the children, eyes widening in mock excitement, the senator addressed Jacen first.
"Good evening young man, what are you going to be when you grow up?"
"A Jedi." Jacen answered as he brushed a stubborn strand the hair off his forehead.
"Of course! Of course, you're going to be a Jedi. You're going to be a very good Jedi aren't you? Just like your Uncle!"
"Yes." Jacen replied politely, in a slightly exasperated tone.
Jaina caught her mother's warning look before she could roll her eyes. Han wasn't doing much better, he was uncomfortable, unhappy and hot. Leia figured she could get about twenty more minutes out of the rest of her family before chaos erupted.
"And what about this pretty little lady, what are you going to be? A Jedi like your Uncle as well I imagine?" Shifting his eyes to Jaina, who glared, annoyed, back at him.
"No."
"No? A politician then, following your famous mother." He declared.
"No. I'm going to be a Pirate."
"A Pirate?" Surprise making him stand up and look at Leia in shock.
"Yeah, like my dad."
Han laughed, pulling his daughter to him.
"You'll make a great Pirate sweetheart. Come on, let's find us both a drink."
"Whiskey?" She asked excitedly, ignoring the still shocked senator.
"Not for you, but yes."
Leia watched as Han walked off, arm slung casually around his daughter, Jacen a few paces behind.
"A Pirate? Surely she can't be serious." Her attention snapped back to the man still standing in front of her, mouth agape, and smiled. "She would make a great Pirate. Thank you for coming."