Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.
"Whatchya doin?" The sing-song voice of his six-year-old daughter trickled down to him.
"Oh, hello Beautiful. Nothing, just cleaning."
"No, you're lying."
"What are you, a Jedi?" Han grinned at his daughter as he climbed up out of the forward smuggling compartment.
"Yeah. And you can't lie to a Jedi." She smiled triumphantly at him, kicking her legs as she sat on the ledge of the open floor.
"Well, in that case, I'm cleaning to make some room so I can do a tiny favour for your Uncle Lando."
"What kind of a favour?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, very much like her mother's.
"He needs me to bring him something, because he's not allowed to buy it."
"You're smuggling again? Cool!"
"But-"
"-I can't tell mom. I know. Do you need any help?"
Han laughed, nodding and gestured for her to follow him.
And as she skipped happily along beside him, he wondered what he would do without his Jaina.