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"So, how was everyone's day?" Leia prompted, having sat in awkward silence for a good portion of the meal already that evening.
"Fine." Anakin and Jacen both answered swiftly, not looking up.
Han cleared his throat, keeping his eye on Jaina who was sitting beside him, fuming and stabbing vegetables with her knife in a threatening manner.
"Just fine?" Leia pressed, stealing at look at her husband, who merely shrugged lightly and picked up his glass. The boys nodded and stole uneasy glances at their sister.
"Jaina, honey, what about you? How was your day."
"Fine."
"Are you sure?"
Jaina stared hard at her plate before slamming herself back - hard - in her chair.
"Has anyone else every heard of Jeggings?" she challenged.
"What?" Han asked, lowering his glass and turning to face her fully.
"Jeggings," Jaina repeated looking around the table focusing on Jacen, who was turning a troubling shade of red. "No? Neither had I. But, as it turns out, I love them! Look!" sarcasm dripped from her as she shot her hand onto the table, bringing her datapad -which had obviously been resting on her knees - and dropping it with a small thud onto the table in front of her. "They're 'Jedi Approved!' and look, there's me, smiling away like an idiot!"
"Where did you find this?" Leia asked, reaching across the table and collecting the device.
"Zekk sent it to me. He found it and thought it was hilarious."
"Well, you do look really happy." Anakin smiled crookedly and pointed to the shining face of his sister plastered across the advertisement.
"This isn't funny, Anakin! I'm an Apprentice for three weeks and already I look like a sell out!" Jaina shouted pounding her fist on the table.
"Jaina, tone - please. Anakin, don't taunt your sister," Leia quelled before continuing more gently. "Honey, I'll make some calls, find out where this came from and have it closed. Don't worry. This kind of thing happens every once and a while."
Jaina nodded and refocused on her plate. It was a tough break, Han knew, being considered note-worthy. He and Leia had had their share of odd (and sometimes downright awkward) fake endorsements to handle and ignore over the years. Humour may be the only way out of this one, at least until Leia could find the source.
"So, what are 'Jeggings' anyway?" Han asked lightly, curiously watching his eldest son who was still red as the underside of a Kilnbug.
"Exercise leggings. You can run in them. They're sweat-resistant. Apparently." Jaina muttered, picking up her knife and attacking her dinner again savagely.
"Oh come on Jaya. Some of the others were way worse," Anakin offered, gesturing to the small, white offending object in his mother's hands.
Jaina's head snapped up again. "What 'others'?" she snarled dangerously. Anakn's eyes widened and darted traitorously to his brother.
It was Han's turn to raise his voice, he could see this quickly starting to spiral. "Okay. That's enough. Jacen, you're very quiet. Wanna tell us why that is?"
"Not really, no."
"Jacen! Are there more of these? Why wouldn't you tell me? Where did you find them!?" Jaina was nearly out of her chair now.
"It wasn't me! I didn't find them, I just... saw them... and forwarded them to Zekk. I didn't mean to hurt you, Jaya. It was just... I dunno. Funny."
"Do you have them?" Leia asked in a measured tone.
"Yeah," Jacen nodded, and glanced around at his family. "They're on my 'pad. I'll go get them."
Han let out a deep breath and dropped a hand onto his daughters' shoulder. So much for a quiet night, he mused.