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Leia Organa Solo ([info]yourhighnessnes) wrote in [info]snapthread,
Leia nodded thoughtfully, seeming to agree to what he proposed. “Alright- I’ll see if I can’t make sure there’s something for us to eat as well.” Whether she actually attempt to make it, or sneak through the doors beforehand to grab something made by someone more skilled than she was. “Of course he’s welcome to come along. But what about Frank?” She smiled as a tease, somewhat, knowing he’d likely be less than impressed. “You can’t leave him all alone either.” The bird, in reality likely wouldn’t care at all, it likely wouldn’t notice.

So, sweets were now on the list too, and she was quite alright with that. “Something for us too.” She agreed, if it was a gift giving time of year, it was likely an indulgent one too, so that was a call for chocolate. “We’ll keep an eye out chocolate.” This was encouraging, this was a purpose now, which also was a fine distraction from everything that had become rather too serious with her difficult news.

Leia wanted to help, there was a fondness to see him fret over it, to know he wanted it to mean something to her. “You know her best!” Leia chimed back quickly, elbowing him gently in the ribs, he ought to trust that. "What about something she can add to her home. Something she could grow?" A genuine offer, even if it was an uncertain one. A plant might not seem personal to some, but it was a thought, and it would be a nice something she could look on over time, and think of him.

“Oh- Nyx. I think I should get something for him too.” He’d put up with rather a lot from her, especially at her most morose. And she’d drunk a good portion of his fancier brand of Tequila, perhaps she could find him something brightly coloured, excitingly foreign looking and potent as a present.


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