Forgetting how hard things had been? That might be a blessing in disguise for Han. He lived for adventure, for flying, for getting into and out of scrapes, but he could do without feeling like his life was constantly in danger. That feeling hadn't stopped with the defeat of the Empire, because the Empire still hadn't really been defeated. They were just harder to find now. And if the alternative was spending the rest of his life trying to root them out of their hidey-holes, he couldn't say he was disappointed to be here now. Maybe that was a bad look on him, but he'd always said he wasn't much of a hero.
"I sure can," Han replied, just ignoring the discussion of responsibility and heroics for now, as he made his way over to the refrigerator again and scrounged around for some good eggs. He found some, clear in the back, and pulled out two large eggs with brown shells. "I was close with the cook on my first ship," he answered, bringing the eggs back to set safely on the counter. It wasn't a lie, it was just an extremely simplified and somewhat evasive version of the truth. "You wouldn't know it, but Wookiees are incredibly good cooks. And you can't live on rations your whole life, so eventually I had to start trying to figure it out myself."
He checked the potatoes again, and poked at the steak with the end of his fork to make sure no more red was bleeding out, then divided it between two plates. "So you know that Ben kid," he said, cracking the eggs in what was left of the oil and garlic. "What's his deal?"