p id="docs-internal-guid-5e9d86c8-6b72-5b83-aa84-1dccb0c491aa" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline;" "Mmmmmm," Leia groaned into her pillow. She was not ready to get up yet. She was not even ready to turn over because then she would see that it's light outside and then she would have to admit that it was morning and an appropriate time to get up and then she wouldn't have an excuse to stay in bed. That and the kids would never let her off the hook. "I don't want to wake up."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline;" Han snickered, turning over in bed to grab her waist. "I'm afraid. We don't have a choice. The kids are going to start terrorizing the staff and it will only get worse."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline;" Another shrill scream echoed down the hall and Leia shook her head. "Can't we just give them a few more minutes to play?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline;" Han didn't respond./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline;" Leia growled. "You're right. Someone's gonna' die." She quickly sat up in bed, smacked her pillow at her husband, and said, "Come on, flyboy. You said it yourself. They're up, we're up."/span/p
p id="docs-internal-guid-5e9d86c8-6b71-9a96-8c11-a6206b484806" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;"span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;" Reluctantly, Han followed her out their bedroom, through the hall, and down the staircase. The kids were wreaking havoc just outside the small kitchen. Poor Memily. "Alright!" Leia called out in a strong tone. "Who doesn't want snack tonight?"/spanspan style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline;" Han snickered, turning over in bed to grab her waist. "I'm afraid. We don't have a choice. The kids are going to start terrorizing the staff and it will only get worse."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline;" Another shrill scream echoed down the hall and Leia shook her head. "Can't we just give them a few more minutes to play?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline;" Han didn't respond./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline;" Leia growled. "You're right. Someone's gonna' die." She quickly sat up in bed, smacked her pillow at her husband, and said, "Come on, flyboy. You said it yourself. They're up, we're up."/span/p
p id="docs-internal-guid-5e9d86c8-6b71-9a96-8c11-a6206b484806" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;"span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;" Reluctantly, Han followed her out their bedroom, through the hall, and down the staircase. The kids were wreaking havoc just outside the small kitchen. Poor Memily. "Alright!" Leia called out in a strong tone. "Who doesn't want snack tonight?"/spanspan style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"."/span/p