She could only grin at the look of awe on his face as he looked around her apartment. It was the same look almost everyone gave it when they stepped in for the first time. Amazement. She was proud of her little collection and all the hard work that had gone into accumulating it.
"Thanks," she said with a grin. "It's a chore keeping it all organized, but I like being able to see all my stuff. The bedroom is all Star Trek and the bathroom is all Star Wars. I had to keep them separate, you know, lest the franchises implode." She thought that it might actually be possible or cause another fan-wank war if she put them together in any fashion, so she never did attempt it.
"Have a seat," she said, motioning towards a chair at the opposite end of the couch with a stuffed tribble resting on it. "I'll go get John."
She turned from the living room, leaving Peter there as she darted back towards the bathroom, reaching in and grabbing her brother. When she dragged him back out, he was muttering something about exposed pipe conducting noise.
John was probably not the first thing people expected when Leia talked about her brother - for one, he was much older, and for two he was an incredibly handsome and put-together man. His white button-down shirt was clean and rolled neatly up to the elbows and his jeans were well-tailored and dark blue. He was walking around barefoot, but his neat black shoes were sitting there at a perfect angle towards the door.
"John, this is Peter," Leia introduce. "And Peter, this is my brother. You two kids have fun, I'm going to go make coffee."