"You're busted."

Leia looked up from her datapad. Her eyes were a bit sluggish; she'd been reading this expenditure report for the better part of two hours. But even though he was blurry, she could still make out the larger-than-life form of her husband, standing near the front door. His hands were on his hips and he looked annoyed.

"How so?" she asked.

Han walked further into the room, sidestepping both her shoes and the stuffed nerf Anakin had left on the floor before Luke had taken him and the twins to a surprise lunch. "Holonews says you're leaving me for the prince."

She lifted an eyebrow. "Which prince?"

"You got more than one?" He dropped to the conform couch and put his boots up on the table in front of them.

Leia turned to him, tucked a leg underneath her and set the datapad in her lap. "Han, I think we need to talk," she said.

"Great. Here we go," he said. She was amused that his face didn't crack at all. If she didn't know him better, if they didn't know this routine by heart, she might have been worried. "You want me out of here by seventeen hundred tonight?"

"That's right. The princes are coming over at six."

His lips flattened into a straight line and he nodded. Leia almost laughed. "Been a good run, Princess," he said, slapping his knees and standing up. "Let me know when I can see the kids."

"Of course," she said. Then she tossed the datapad in her lap onto the floor near Anakin's toy. "They'll be back in an hour. I don't suppose you'd mind a proper farewell to our marriage?"

The only real break in his face was a quick lopsided smile before he covered it up with a reluctant nod. "Sure," he said. "You'll be a nice warm-up for the girl I'm apparently sleeping with."

"Uh-huh," she nodded, reaching for his hand. "Sounds good."

Leia pulled and Han fell and she was grateful, as always, that they shared a sense of humor about the rumor mill.