Questionable dishes, foam weapons, and a dance floor.
[ a questioning glance up at him from somewhere below his shoulder.
can han dance? it strikes leia that she honestly doesn't know. all the times she danced in his presence were with other dignitaries for purely political reasons. all about getting up close and personal with someone to talk up the alliance — something han wasn't there to do. she was the dancer, he was... well, at the time, their cargo runner and oftentimes, ride to the party. ]