Leia/Luke
"Yes." Leia noted. Eying her own bottle of drink, before taking another sip from it. "I think the idea is you lose count of how often it's refilled itself." And there you are, you're inebriated.
"I hope we would." She huffed, their meeting had been ..such a matter of chance. "If Ben had always known- maybe he would have orchestrated it. One day." Though, he'd held off for so long, even after they'd met.
Leia did turn quiet as Luke considered how things could be different, how things might have been, had their relationship not been hidden. "Maybe." She said quietly, not sounding at all certain. "You really think that's what it was?" She didn't sound critical, or even annoyed about it, her mood was far too mellowed for that.
His little anecdote did make her laugh again, once more her current state making her a touch more prone to it. "I'm sure your other self has no idea." She decided, amused.