When you live life at zero point five passed light speed, you tend to do things fast. In Han’s case, that included eating. He’d even been trying to slow down, so he didn’t make his booze filled stomach ache, and still he’d finished his food pretty quickly.

So he’s pushed the plate away from him now and is nursing a water and mostly watching Leia. He thinks that he’d find her really interesting no matter who she was, because she’s pretty and thoughtful, but he knowing some version of him and her being royal, made her even more so. What she’ll notice about this Han that will definitely read different from the one she knows is that his face is resting in a smile.

“Probably not the last.” He says, and looking entirely charmed by her, he adds. “So, do you like being a Princess?”