Han almost immediately goes for his food. If there was a protocol for having dinner with a Princess, he either didn’t know what it was or didn’t care about following it. Considering that he hadn’t been trying to be disrespectful to her, it was almost assuredly the latter.

And her question comes for him while in mid-chew. He takes a moment to finish what he’s eating and swallow, at least, before responding... “I’m not getting ahead of myself by just assuming it will go well, am I?” He picks up and gestures at her with it, pointing, so to speak. “I told you I liked you.”

Han, then, begins munching on that chip.