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"I've got a bad feeling about this," Han said, frowning. He buried his face in his hands and felt a warm, delicate hand on his shoulder.
He had just a few moments to figure out how to conceal the valuable spice that he had on board. It was dangerous, addictive, and illegal. If the Ryloth customs officers figured out what he was carrying, Han, Chewie and you would be dead meat.
"If anyone can do it, you can, Han. You're the best smuggler in the galaxy," you said rather proudly, crossing your arms.
Han tried hard to hide his smirk. "You really think so, sweetheart?"
You nodded enthusiastically. "You made the Kessel run in twelve parsecs. So yes, I really do think so," you said, smiling. "Besides, you've got the best two co-pilots on the Millennium Falcon with you."
Han faked a gasp. "Really, who?" You flung out a hand and hit Han on the arm. He pretended to look hurt. This was your game. "I'm kidding," Han said earnestly, reaching for your waist.
You giggled a bit and let him pull you close. He pressed a reassuring kiss to your forehead.
