“I’ll help.” Han murmurs, reaching in for another bite. “This is obviously dangerous and you shouldn’t face this dessert alone.”

And he takes a second bite. Then a third. After that, he’s feeling ready to see if his coffee has cooled enough for drinking with a shallow sip. He really likes the way that the cake seems to taste sweeter when contrasted with a sip of his caff. It’s starting to dawn on him why people like having this whole other part of the meal, especially when there was good company to enjoy.

“Care to share any other weaknesses, Leia?” He says, while leaning his leg right into her foot for more contact. Han knows he’s unusually taken with this woman, but at the same time, he’s enjoying it too much to question.