Not even a second later both you and your boyfriend were sprinting to the wreckage. Cal had the lead for a moment, but ultimately he managed to trip allowing you to take the victory. Along with a lot of laughing.
You were bent over, holding your stomach, and leaning back on a spot on the ship. Completely dying of laughter. Cal was walking towards you, having completely given up on the race. Sand covered his clothes and hair. He was also occasionally spitting out the bits of sand that managed to get into his mouth. Because of the distance (and how quiet he was being), you could just barely hear him grumbling about it. You composed yourself enough to go over to the other Jedi.
"Say anything and I'll put sand down your poncho." That was all he said.
it's coming together >:)