Han takes his drink black because he had grown a taste for things that were bitter over the years. Sweets, by comparison, he almost never indulged in. Too much of a luxury when he was very young and these days he usually opted for drinks over nice meals. He could count the number of times he’d had chocolate on one hand.

“I think I’ve found a Princesses’ weakness.” He says, bemused by the sound and her comment. He reaches in with is own fork and goes for a bite for himself. He manages not to make a noise, but she will see him scrutinizing the fork (and putting it back into his mouth) to make sure he got all the cake off.

She might also notice the return of his foot nudging playfully against hers.