Leia chuckled. "Maybe the real answer at the bottom of this riddle is just that I was unable to resist you. That would figure." She tilted her head to kiss him properly. Well, not too properly.
"I don't know about me as a mother, given--as you regularly point out--that my priorities are always divided. Though maybe that's something that can be different here." She had responsibilities here, yes, but it really wasn't on the magnitude of build a working stable galactic government from the ruins of the corrupt old one, try not to get shot while you're doing it. "But you'd make a fine father. I have no doubt of that, even if you do. What has she told you? About us as parents? Or should I wait and ask her?" Leia really had no idea how to go about this. It was frustrating to enter a battle with no strategy. And the habit of thinking of difficult situations as battles requiring strategy was a hard one to lose, but something she clearly needed to work on.