"Alright, Evern." Han Solo strode into the small kitchen with one of his sons in his arms. "What should we eat for lunch, huh? What have we got?" Han opened a cabinet and looked around the cans of baby food. "We've got some, yuck, brown mush, yellow mush, orange mush. Hm! You know, the pink mush doesn't look too bad. But I bet that'll quite a poop."
Sabé just chuckled from where she sat with Ducchi and Memily. "He likes the blammer berries."
"Which one is that?"
Memily translated. "Blue mush."
"Ah!" Han grabbed a small jar and hurried towards the table. Just his luck, Han took a step and his foot slid on a bib and he went sailing. He kept Evern close, holding him tight, and landed on his rear end with Evern still in his arms.
Then, upon landing, Han just stopped. Only his butt hurt, which he figured wasn't too bad. His eyes slowly surveyed the scene and he held up his son to check on him.
Memily sighed, reaching into her pocket and handing Sabe a credit. She walked off, muttering, "I had faith in you, Han."
Just then, Leia walked in, carrying the other two babies. Seeing her husband sitting on the floor with their third child, she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know the kitchen floor had become your guys' special spot."
Han nodded. "Yeah, well, we came up with it not that long ago, so . . . we forgive you."
"Mm, hmm. From now on, would you like me to leave you two alone while you have your . . . time here?"
Han thought about it a while before nodding. "Yeah, we would both really appreciate that."
"Hm, well, I'll take that into consideration from now on."
"Thank you."
"So, I suppose Eissa is comfortable down there?"
"Eissa?" Han shook his head. "Honey, this is Evern."
"No. Han, that's your daughter. If you'd changed her diaper like I'd asked, you would know that."
Leia walked past him, but froze. Looking at the broken jar and the spilled mess of baby food, she added, "Oh. And don't forget to clean that up."