Well that was a feeling she hadn't had in years. His tone, his expression, those eyes. She hadn't remembered that sort of fluttering in her stomach since the memories she recounted earlier of moonlight swims. Of course she had drank deeply and quickly and the conversation had been heady, perhaps it was an effect of the situation and she'd best just consider this an evening to enjoy and not over think and over complicate things.

She was about to comment on how lovely, but yes impractical his suggestion was, when the food arrived. It smelled delicious, or again perhaps things were just conspiring to make things attractive to her. And she'd taken a sip of water before she processed what he said.

"So you'd like to make more plans?" She hadn't quite caught that when he first said it.

She took a careful bite of her own, tasting it before deciding it was quite good. She shook her head, setting down her fork and dabbing her lips with a napkin. "No, I was thinking the same but I didn't want to assume you didn't have prior claims on you." She paused and then expanded her statement. "On your time."

She didn't get the feeling he was the sort who had a pretty girl in every space port, but she realized she didn't know much more about him than she had before.

"If we were on a world I knew I could suggest a dozen things to do, it feels odd being the newcomer and unprepared." Part of her life as a diplomat and leader was to know what she was getting into. Because the Nexus changed so much it was almost impossible to be properly prepared for it.

His said there was no one, but his look, his tone, they said something different. He was, or had been in love and it had ended badly. She noted that and would remember that in thee future. Han Solo did have a heart, and someone, somewhere had broken it.

Leia felt better as she continued to eat, the food letting her body slow down the alcohol a bit but she was already well on her way to a very relaxed intoxication.

"You are dangerously charming." She smiled and sipped more water. "After we finish I may have an idea for us."

Squirming? It was nice to feel she had the advantage over Han for a change, at least a Han. One she rather liked actually.

"I recall there is a park here, with paths and benches. It's nice for a stroll. Might even be a pond there if I remember the write up of it." And maybe it might be nice to take a walk, enjoy some nature which he likely didn't see in his time on Corellia as he'd told her. And maybe dip toes in the water a bit.

The circumstances under which she met Han in her timeline had been poor, with everything that had happened and his ability to just offer sarcasm rather than help it had made them contentious from the start. Meeting this Han had been under far better circumstances and with alcohol, one could hardly fail to see how this wold be better if one knew both sides.

Leia was making her way through her meal, grateful for the reprieve it might offer her from further drink related confessions."That's a first." She laughed lightly and found herself enjoying his company all the more.

Han ate fast, he had in every instance she'd known of him and given his lifestyle she's not surprised. Not like he's ever had to endure seven course delegation banquets or the extended eating rites of some culture who felt each course was to be contemplated, given thanks for and then consumed in thoughtful silence. She never wanted another six hour silent meal as long as she lived.

His speed didn't bother her, it wasn't anything that affected her so why should it? But the fact that he was watching her, and her delicate bites, made her self conscious. She kept having to remind herself this was not the man that took every chance for a dig at her. So she tried to not let it bother her and simply enjoy what was actually a very tasty meal. She'd just taken a bite of pasta when he asked his question and she had to chew, a napkin helped cover her mouth and avoid showing the surprised smile that she made.

After she chewed and had a drink of water, she cleared her throat. "Like? I don't know that I've ever even considered that. What is to like a station you're born into?" She pushed more pasta around and then paused. "I liked what it meant I was able to do. My parents would have been wonderful if they hadn't been Queen and Prince consort. But with that position I was able to make a difference. I voted on many important bills in the senate, organized campaigns for nonhuman sentient rights recognition, tried to push more worlds to abandon slavery. So I was lucky to have that opportunity."

She inclined her head to his comment, of course there would be other points of view and they were no less valid than her own. "I thought that was what being a pilot with his own ship was. A freedom and land all your own." She would not include where no one could tell you want to do because she had done so with that older Han on multiple occasions.

Leia finished the last of her food and again cleaned her lips before folding her napkin and laying it to the table. "Do you think we dare take something sweet for the evening?" A dessert, some wine...sounded like it might make a nice addition to their outing. And she had no desire to rush things ending any too quickly.

"You might be surprised." She could be isolated in a room full of people by virtue of the fact that no one wanted to risk saying the wrong thing in front of a princess. He did have a point in his way though and she could understand what he meant with it. She had been rich, heiress to an entire planet actually, but that was before Alderaan had been lost. She was known far less wealthy and had no home to claim title from anymore. She was a princess without a land.

The little sound she makes at the mention of chocolate betrayed her particular love for that treat. Leia waved the server over and asked for a menu. "You can pick something if you like. I'll just use the refresher and be right back." She stood to leave the table and test just how much she'd had to drink so far, to her credit her steps were fluid but not sloppy.

Leia returned a few minutes later, just as the dessert and caff were being delivered. She was pleasantly surprised by that thoughtfulness, and it did sound perfect now that she thought about it.

"Excellent choice." She complimented the selection before she retook her seat. Caff had a touch of sugar and cream added and stirred, darkness just taking a slightly more caramel hue. She looked at the cake, simple but classic and it looked delicious. "You have more will power than I do, I don't think I could have waited to try it."

She took a fork and neatly scooped a bite of the cake, that cute noise he admired from before returned with a throatier finish as she tasted it. "That has to be illegal somewhere."

Bitter? Han? There's a joke in there somewhere but fortunately no one is making it at the moment. Leia had grown up in a civilized society with exposure to delicacies and treats, it isn't at all uncommon for her and she knew what to expect. But she smiled broadly at seeing his enjoyment.

"One of my many flaws, I assure you." But perhaps after tasting that cake he can understand just why that might be. She helped herself to a second bite and slowly savored it before setting her fork down to sip the caff. "I could probably eat that whole thing by myself. So please do help me with it."

The next time his foot goes to nudge her's, it wouldn't be where he thought. Rather a shoetip would slide along his ankle while she placidly sipped her caff.

"How gracious of you." A light chuckle and she helped herself to another bite followed by another sip of her drink. She was feeling well satisfied with the entire experience already and was giving thought to what they might want to do next time. As if they had finished their not-quite plans for this date. Was this a date? No, neither of them knew the other enough to call it that, more of an encounter really. One she was more pleased with than she would have guessed.

"You know one of mine, I think it's only fair I learn one of yours before you get another."She murmured back to him between sips of caff. Her foot was casually slipping down his calf and back up. Slippers allowed that a bit easier than the boots he wore and were generally practical for all but the worst of climates and conditions.

It sounded unpleasant, Leia made a face. She could empathize with him though, more than he probably thought possible. Tucked in that little confession was a bit more about him and how he grew up. Fish markets, shipyards, living on a bay. No wonder his first thought of swimming hadn't necessarily been as pleasant as her memories.

Leia took one of the rapidly dwindling bits of cake and slowly, thoughtfully savored it. She tapped the fork to her lips when she was done and then gestured to him with it. "I was once trapped in a trash compactor with a dianoga."

She hadn't been a lone but that wasn't the point, it had been a slimy disgusting thing. Fortunately for her it seemed to favor the fairer haired to brunettes.

"Finish up and I'll tell you the whole story while we walk." And to do her part she does take that last bite of cake. Licked the fork clean and setting it aside. She tipped back the last of her caff and dabbed her lips one last time.

When he looked done she rose and smoothed her suit and readied to leave. The server returned to bring Leia a small slip of paper and wished them a good evening, the paper went into her pocket and she gestured to the direction of the door. "Shall we?"