EMILIA & LANDO
Of course Lando wasn't going to pass up an opportunity for a little cruise around the island. It was the season for boating after all and Lando had spent more than his fair share of time on both boats and ships doing just this in the warmer, more feisty months of the year. Summer was always fun, and Lando had a way of making it even more so. For now, he'd found himself in the company of one of his more favoured (easily top three, but Lando wasn't the sort to openly admit who was actually there - he just told everyone they were and they could figure out if it was true for themselves) people from Atlantis. Emilia Spinnet. The pretty baker who truly had a heart of the purest gold he was fairly sure he'd ever encountered. That made it either very horrible or very good that he tried to occupy her time. It likely depended on who you asked.
The drink he was sipping on was some sort of cucumber-melon sort of thing and honestly looked as much like he'd find it lake side at some fancy resort on Naboo as he would out here on a boat just off shore of Atlantis. He could appreciate the irony and the little feel of home the presentation gave. Lando was, after all, very in favour of a good presentation. And he had to say - Emilia certainly was one tonight. Leaning back into his chair, he draped one arm over its back as he raised an eyebrow at Emilia, "I want to make a joke about the lack of drama at an Atlantean event - but I fear that might just curse us."