"Oh," Han hummed, checking the eggs. He supposed Leia would still be doing that, wouldn't she? It didn't surprise him. He already knew the Rebellion - or, he guessed, the Resistance - was still in full swing almost thirty years later and it seemed perfectly reasonable to him that Leia would still be leading the charge. The little posse of Rebellion members here all seemed to know him so he assumed he was involved. And if he'd saved a few of them from smugglers, he could assume what he was doing too. Resources got scant in times of war and he had a certain set of skills that came in handy with that. Seemed to him like everyone was doing what they did best.
His thoughts had kind of drifted off for a second as he scooped the eggs onto the two plates, until he heard the name Solo. Ben Solo. He nearly dropped an egg onto the floor and just managed to catch himself and get it onto the plate without breaking the yolk.
Han dropped the spatula back into the pan with a clatter and leaned both hands on the edge of the counter, taking a deep breath. A long, uneasy, deep breath. "Just give me a second, kid..." he said. He looked pale. There was a lot going through his head at the moment and none of it was something he wanted to parse through. But the easiest thing to dissect was: "I cannot believe we let Luke talk us into naming our kid after that old man." It was also the most trivial factor, but it was the one Han was going to pause on. There was nothing else he could work through in front of a near-stranger. Leia or Luke? Absolutely. They both knew the whole sordid history. Which was one of the things that made it even more baffling.
"That... that explains a lot, actually. Ben, though? I agreed to that?"