"I would say it largely depends on the climate if it is hot and humid or hot and dry. For the former I would recommend linen or other breathable fabrics with air flow. If the latter I would recommend shimmer silks for light weight comfort. Either way the keep things practical in foot ware if you will be walking. And some sort of sun protection, if like me you are more sensitive to it." She actually has had to go through this sort of thing before.

"Many places have open water for swimming, but the rule vary greatly on what is allowed or required there." Might have gotten caught in less than the required attire back home.

"That's a preference I wouldn't think to lead with, but also valid I suppose. Yes, generally there are different fabrics that wear differently and I've traveled enough that I've had to learn to be prepared. When I was a child I visited Ithor and having clothing made of obviously nonplant fibers helped to not irritate the locals."

That had been quite a trip, she'd been hardly taller than her father's elbow and the Ithorians towered over her. She should have been terrified but she'd been exhilarated by the trip and the festival. It changed her views on species interaction.

"There is, and we're not well acquainted enough to share it." Nice try though, it did make her smirk a little. Someone had been wearing down her resistance to that sort of thing.

She did grow up in an affluent environment, so she was offering the opinion that had been earned in that way. "It isn't exactly cost effective, but you only one or two pieces to help with the heat." She expanded on his rhetorical question but was floored by his follow up.

"Han... from Corellia." Another one? She hadn't know it to be a common name. The following casual flirtation was somehow not what she would expect from Han and yet completely in character for him, had they met under different circumstances. She decided to not pres that for the moment. "I'm not familiar with the shipyards to be honest, my name is Leia. I'm from Alderaan." Or, she was but if this was Han this was a version of him that hadn't see that destruction yet.

"I don't know, I think we're making progress." It was nice to finally have an upper hand on him, but he hadn't yet made her want to snap at him so maybe they were making more progress than she thought.

"So tell what I am missing." She Invited him to continue and see what this would go. Han so often was a step ahead of her about things it was nice to have him off his toes a bit. And this version at least was still young enough that he wasn't giving her grief. Yet.

"I didn't know." Her voice was soft, expression sympathetic. Which might not mean much to him, but Han had never told her anything about his childhood. He'd thrown her royal upbringing in her face often enough but never commented on his own. How could she have known? Lonely was just not something she would have ever considered the man to be, he was so confident so at ease with himself.

"You might be surprised who you'll meet in life." She debated a moment when she said that and then decided to take a chance on it.

"If you're still interested in the story, I was about to have lunch, you could join me and we could talk." And if he wasn't then there was no problem at all. If he was she might have more insight on Han Solo than she'd ever thought possible.

Should she tell him? No, not yet it was something that was difficult to explain face to face, let alone over a com. Leai shrugged somewhat, but was glad he let the topic go. It wasn't a conversation she was ready to have just yet.

The idea of lunch seemed to appeal to him so she pulled up a map of the area and checked out a couple of options. Viper Pit would give the wrong idea, the Pokemon Center was somewhere she hadn't been to yet but..well it seemed hectic. Crossroads seemed fine but maybe a bit too open for what could be a delicate topic of discussion if it went that way.


"Downtown is a place called The Yendi's Arms, it will probably take me about ten minutes to get there of you're free now." And if not they would have more time to plan. Once one no longer had the trappings of royal life hanging over their shoulders, having to dress for meals and appearances in this case, it became so much quicker and easier to have any sort of social life.

That made things easier to coordinate, so much more accommodating than Han. The other Han, she corrected herself. Though she'd assumed she could meet him there he seemed to want to continue the conversation, she had no objection so she was in motion before she responded.

"I've only recently arrived, I started to scout the area out right away and found this Yendi's. Have you just gotten here?" With an ego and personality like his t was unlikely he'd been here long without her noticing him.

Hells the older version of the man had found her at a party when she'd never even imagined to see him there. That encounter had turned out to be a pleasant learning experience and softened her somewhat to the younger pilot.

"I think that is the way most of us travel here." She agreed with a nod. And perhaps if he had the ship that he would become known for he might be more easily recognized but it was the final statement that cemented knowing this was indeed Han, a version of him at least.

Though he was less cynical, perhaps less jaded and didn't end his address to her with a mocking appellation, it was pure Solo. She'd seen and heard that offhand charm before, though when directed at her it was more barbed.

"You say that now, you haven't tried the drinks at Yendi's."

"For some reason I believe that." Has nothing at all to do with knowing him from later in his life at all, of course.

See she thought she was doing him a favor by not mentioning who she was, as much as she was doing herself a favor. And hopefully it wouldn't blow up in her face. She hadn't exactly had a choice how they'd first met, she on the death star and older Han being basically a paid mercenary there to help her escape. given the situation it was hardly a surprise that she hadn't been warm and friendly.

"i'm almost there now, I'll ask for a seat." And true as her word she was rounding the alley and there was a warm brick and wood building with a thick wooden door and quaint if old looking sign.

Against her usual composure that little jest had made her smile and just a titter of a laugh. Had the Han she knew said it, it would have been prelude to a war between them. But this lacked the venom or heat of his older self and was, by comparison, foolishly charming.

Leia had asked for a table in one of the smaller sections and the room provided did allow them that, just off the main bar area and with the radiant warmth of the fireplace it was quiet enough for conversation. The server lead Han back and she stood as he entered.

"You found the place alright." She gestured for one of the open seats in invitation before she retook her's. She was headstrong and used to doing things for herself at her own pace, it would never have occurred to her that she could have let him arrived first and get them a table. Nor that he might be inclined to draw her char fir her. Leia was courtly when needed but more often than not fell into practicality as a habit.

He'd have to forgive her if she looked at him for a long moment. Everything was there, the strong jaw, the grin that didn't quite match, that scar she'd never worked up the nerve to ask about. The broad shoulders looked to be still filling out but this was Han in all but the years between now and when she knew him. While she knew him enough to be expecting more or less what she saw, she might be a surprise. Shorter than average by a measurable amount, it could be told from her bearing. Her skin was pale but her eyes were dark and sharp and all too attentive. She looked at home in a simple suit of cream with a wisp of something orange that bound up her hair in an intricate set of twists and knots. She might be more than she let on, but she certainly seemed very much at home in this odd first meeting.

"That must help you avoid trouble." Not likely if he was anything like his later self.

But it was clear he felt he was as skilled as anyone could be, he had so much to learn about himself. In later years he would find himself face to face with his own limitations.

Leia took his hand and offered a firm shake, her own skin soft and warm with the heat from the fire place. His older self had none of the ideas that this version of Han seemed to have over what might be appropriate treatment for royalty. Was this how they might have interacted later had things been different?

"And it doesn't convey your charm adequately." She inclined her head with a smile to match his own. "Buy me a drink and we can call it even." She wasn't flirting, it was just conversation lubricant.

Leia raised a brow at the order but didn't interrupt our correct him with some other order. Honestly she hadn't thought she'd be drinking this early in her day but there wasn't anything in this meeting the would qualify as typical.

It was odd the bits of his later self, selves she could see in him now. How he had gained back some of this comfort with himself in his older years and how his subtle but unmistakable to someone who knew him, nervous ticks were part of the Han she knew.

"Fair is fair." She nodded and rested her hands, clasped together on the table. "Alderaan was beautiful, rolling hills and high snow peaked mountains. Lush plains and large lakes, oceans that covered masses of the planet." Not what he'd asked exactly and her one slip was not noticed as she spoke. "Growing up there? Best place in the galaxy if you ask me. We used to take summers by the lake, racing each other to the water or riding thrantas and skimming the surface. I remember one natural pool where the water was the most beautiful blue you've ever seen and it was warm and had this natural chemical component that made you feel like you were floating on air."

She hadn't thought of the Organa family outings in some time, she'd forgotten how much she missed them. Picnics, laughing children playing tag, days that stretched on forever.

Her reverie ended with her retelling and she regarded him. He never cut her off, he only listened and let her speak. That alone was almost a first for them. Well...the other them. He was content to listen and genuinely seemed to be hearing her.

"Very." She agreed. "Not as much as I'd like to, it's mostly memories now. Life has ways of keeping us occupied." Understatement of the century there. "Some might find it boring, but years ago Alderaan eschewed war and violence to concentrate on art and learning. It became a planet of peace and beauty." Her father had seen to that continuing even with their involvement in the growing resistance movement. Nothing was traced back to Alderaan, the pacifist society was both perfect cover and a brilliant way to foster alliances. If the most peace loving world in all the systems was pushing for a rebellion, who else could say no?

"And then of course there is the fact that I spent a good deal of time grounded. I seemed to have a hard time accepting restrictions." That was putting it mildly, she'd been a royal terror before she'd matured.