Who: Han Solo potentially OTA What: Feeding Falcon the kitten Where: Solo residence, living room When: Noon, present day
Han didn’t really know what to make of the latest addition to the Solo family. The little kitten that they had adopted, which Leia had dubbed Falcon, had taken so easily to everyone in the residence, but Han had never seen a creature like it before. What was the word? Cute. Never in his life had he even made a habit of uttering that word in reference to anything.
There it was, curled up against a pillow on the living room sofa. It opened its eyes like it knew Han was right there in front of it and it mewed. He found it so peculiar, just kind of letting his jaw drop in reaction to the noises it made. He fell into a bit of a stupor only to snap out of it when the clock chimed and he realized that it was noon. Time for Falcon’s bottle.
Han looked around for Leia. It had become her job to feed the tiny creature and she didn’t seem to mind doing it at all.
“Leia?” He raised his voice a little so that she might hear him, but received no reply. Han grumbled and made his way into the kitchen to get the bottle that had been prepared for Falcon, get it over and do it himself.
“Lucky for me you won’t ever breathe a word to Malcolm Reynolds about this.” Han mumbled more to himself than to the kitten. It probably didn’t understand what he was saying anyway. He cradled the thing in his lap like he’d seen Leia do when she fed him. It was a little awkward at first, but he got a handle on it pretty quickly. Soon, Falcon was nursing pleasantly on the formula and Han found himself smiling a little. It was kind of adorable.