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Han leaned into the conversation, but his attention was on his wife, not his granddaughter. "Garbage Compactor 3263827."
"Oh shut up." Leia scowled at him. Han grinned, and there was a bit of mockery in his expression. He switched his attention to Allana. "Sweetie, I can remember when your grandma smelled just like that. And unlike you, she was rude and ungrateful too."
"Han-"
"Go get cleaned up, and sanistream Anji if you can, while your grandma and I discuss the impossibility of keeping children - or teenage princesses - clean."
"Yes, Grandpa." Allana scurried while the scurrying was still good. She didn't have to look back to detect the glare Leia was visiting on Han.
Fate of the Jedi: Conviction by Aaron Allston
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