A/N: Thank you everyone who read the first chapter! Hope you like this next part!

Han awoke the next morning sore and aching from trying to fit his almost two-meter frame onto a less than one-and-a-half meter couch

Han awoke the next morning sore and aching from trying to fit his almost two-meter frame onto a less than one-and-a-half meter couch. When Luke came out of his room and stretched lazily, Han shot him a glare that might have killed someone who wasn't a Jedi. Luke was about to tease Han further when he noted the truly irritated frown on his brother-in-law's face and decided he may have pushed Han far enough.

He was glad for this decision because Luke definitely needed Han on his side when the door to Leia's room opened and they immediately got another lecture on why they weren't ready to go down to breakfast yet. Between the two of them, they managed enough apologies and morose faces to quell Leia's irritation a little bit.

Unfortunately, Leia not being quite as miffed at them did not make the day to come any less boring. The only thing they both agreed that they were looking forward to was the banquet lunch the hotel had provided. Apparently, this place was renowned for its fine cuisine. By the time lunch finally rolled around, Luke couldn't have cared less if it was dirt and grubs. He was starving.

When he said as much to Han, his brother-in-law gave him a pitying look.

"Didn't you know, Luke? It is grubs. It's quite the delicacy here, from what I've heard."

Luke grimaced at him in distaste. Sure, he'd been known to eat about anything, but grubs? Then he noticed the mischievous twinkle in Han's eye and flushed in embarrassment. How mortifying was it that he was thirty years old, a respected war veteran, and a Jedi Master on top of all that, and Han was still able to make him believe almost anything that he said?

It really wasn't fair that some people could lie so well and so convincingly.

"You big bantha turd," Luke said, just a little too loudly, causing some of the other guests standing nearby to cast curious glances towards where they stood in line waiting to fill their plates at the sumptuous buffet.

From Han's other side, Leia's eyes instantly pierced him with a sharp glare and Luke mouthed 'sorry' at her, blushing even redder.

"Bantha turd? That the best you can come up with, Kid?" Han said under his breath as he snickered.

"You're just lucky I don't have my lightsaber with me, or we'd see what the best I can come up with is," Luke whispered back fiercely.

"Lightsaber threats, Luke? Really? Not very becoming of a Jedi, is that?" Han sneered.

"I'm pretty sure the Jedi Code would make an exception for an obnoxious smuggler who must have somehow conned a princess into marrying him."

"Hey!" Leia's glare again, and it was Han's turn to mouth 'sorry'. "That's hitting below the belt, Junior!" he whispered, probably still a little too loud, judging by the looks they were still getting.

"Well, you-" Luke started, and then he had to hold back a yelp as Leia viciously pinched him on the shoulder. He didn't feel too badly about that since he saw that Han was rubbing his own shoulder and sending Leia an extremely affronted look.

"I am beginning to think that I should have brought Jacen and Jaina on this trip with me. Honestly, when I'm comparing you to two-year-olds, don't you think it's time to grow up?!" she hissed at them.

"Sorry, Leia."

"Sorry, dear."

"I don't want to hear any more apologies. I want an immediate improvement in your behavior. Am I clear?"

The two of them nodded mutely. But as soon as her back was turned, they glared at one another, each vowing silently that the war wasn't over yet. However, they were both willing to acknowledge that they should cease hostilities for the moment in the interest of avoiding the wrath of a certain Alderaanian princess.

With that situation temporarily settled, Luke turned his attention to the mouthwatering array of food that was presented on the tables in front of them. Eagerly, he began filling his plate, pausing from time to time to ask one of the attendants about any dish he didn't recognize.

"Those, Master Skywalker, are pinda shrooms, a particular delicacy of Terriss, as they are extremely rare. In fact, they had been thought extinct, until a batch was discovered on the island of Drindal off the coast of Cortania. They were brought here especially for you, our honored guests," the man standing at the center of the buffet tables beamed.

He turned out to be the head chef and Luke thanked him as he scooped several of the tempting looking treats onto his plate.

"Oh, it's my pleasure, Master Jedi! I do hope you enjoy them."

Luke thought if the man smiled any wider, his face might split.

"What'd he say those were?" Han asked.

"Pinda shrooms. I love shrooms, we used to have them all the time on Tatooine. Not much else we could grow out in the desert."

"Ugh, I can't stand them myself," Leia murmured quietly, not wanting to offend their hosts. "Here, Han, take mine for me," she whispered, discreetly scraping the few she'd had on her plate onto Han's.

"No problem there, sweetheart, I'd do just about anything for you, you know," Han said with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Leia gave Han a half-hearted glare as Luke mimicked gagging behind her back. Han ignored him and turned up the wattage on the smile. He was rewarded when Leia's face softened into a smile as she patted his cheek.

"You old scoundrel, you'll never change."

Luke rolled his eyes in disbelief, and then choked when Leia turned to him, the scowl returning to her face.

"Would you hurry up, Luke? You're holding up the line."

Luke tried to ignore the triumphant look on Han's face, having to resort to reciting the Jedi Code several times under his breath, but it was hard, very hard.

By the time they were ready to go down to dinner that evening, Han had almost managed to soothe Leia completely out of her irritation at him. It had helped that Luke had wandered off to tour some of the gardens on his own, leaving Han to steal a few kisses from his princess. When a knock came on the door of their suite, Leia was still blushing from the naughty things that Han had just been whispering in her ear.

"Ignore it," Han urged, leaning over her on the small couch to try and kiss her again.

Leia giggled, and Han knew he was home-free then. There was no way she could still be angry at him and be able to giggle.

"We have to answer it, Han. It's probably the Ambassador's Aide coming to escort us down to the dining hall."

"I've got what I want to dine on right here," Han said, leering suggestively at her. Again he tried to maneuver her beneath him on the couch, but suddenly he was falling face-first into the cushion and Leia was standing up in front of him with a smirk on her face.

"Damn Luke and his damn Jedi teachings," Han grumbled under his breath.

"Look, I know you're not exactly thrilled with all this diplomacy and posturing. I'm not overjoyed by it myself, you know, but it's necessary, and we're almost through it. Only one more day to go and we'll be back on our way to Coruscant and our children," Leia encouraged.

Han sighed, feeling just a tad guilty for all the headaches he and Luke had given Leia over the last two days. But not guilty enough to be sorry about that water blaster battle. That had been fun! And he still thought that Luke had cheated somehow to soak him so thoroughly.

"You're right, sweetheart. Get the door and I'll see if I can find out where Luke got himself off to."

"Thanks, Han," Leia said with a smile.

He was just reaching for his comm to see if he could contact his brother-in-law when a commotion rose at the door where Leia was talking not to the Ambassador's Aide, but to the manager of the hotel.

"What's the problem here?" he asked as he came up behind his wife, who was looking unusually flustered.

"It's Luke. Apparently, he's gotten himself into trouble."

"Well, that certainly doesn't surprise me," Han said wryly. "What'd he do, try to rescue some damsel in distress and tick off her boyfriend or something?"

"Um, no, not exactly," Leia hedged.

"What is it then?"

"He's, ah, up on the roof, practicing with his, er, lightsaber," Leia said, and to Han's astonishment, a blush rose on her cheeks. "And he's not dressed."

Han stared at her blankly for a long moment. "I'm sorry, what? Did he take his shirt off or something and offend some high-society matron?"

"No-ooo," Leia said slowly.

"And didn't he leave his lightsaber stashed on the Falcon? Did he have a spare?"

"Han, Luke is on the roof pretending that a big stick is his lightsaber and he's totally naked," Leia said bluntly.

TBC...