Luke grimaced, pushing away from the holonet terminal. His sister caught the wince, and maybe a slight ripple in the Force—she was still a novice—hurrying over.
“What’s wrong Luke?”
“Um…” The grimace turned into a blush, deep color rising from collar to hairline. “It’s this…” Luke gestured helplessly. “This—”
Leia glanced at the monitor, suspecting the content. She quickly stifled amusement and nodded.
“The annual most breedable sentient poll. You’re in the lead, didn’t you know that?”
“Do I look like I knew that?” Luke squeaked. “What even is this thing?!”