Yeah, it's when your throat closes up 'cause you ate some exotic fruit. Or peanut butter. [Is Han really trying to explain, or is he just being sarcastic? Definitely the latter. Sorry, he's trying to catch his breath at the moment.
But he does huff out a small laugh.]
You and me both, kid. Especially on the coleslaw. [Coleslaw is evil and stars only know why it's so popular.] Don't worry, where we're going, olives and coleslaw ain't on the menu.
Dunno why it's so popular at all, it just tastes worse than bantha liver.
[And Han just rolls his eyes. Haha, very funny, he's gonna be making a note to his future self to not be so sassy around his kid, because he's getting all this backtalk.]
We'll be taking my car. It's just a few blocks down. [And it definitely broke down, but shut up, Han didn't exactly ask for this dumb superpower.]
[ ...but your grouchy evil son is smiling, so... Worth it? He grabs his coat (no cloak today, he's dressed like a very tall, very buff guy attempting normality) and gestures to the door. ]
[He's smiling! Oh, good. Han's kind of glad for that, because it means he's on the right track. Probably. He hopes he is, anyway, because he's playing this mostly by ear.]
No. [His son Kylo might be, but some things Han will not cede to anyone, not even Leia, and the driver's seat for his shitty little taxi is one of them.] It's a little—it's hard to explain, but the short version is, it likes me better than anyone else.
Yeah. And I have no idea how long it'll take before it'll like anybody else. [But oh, okay, that's enough to get Han to glance sideways at his kid, considering the idea. Then he shrugs.] Fine, then. I'd say let's see how you fly, but...
[He shrugs and trails off, with a sad sigh. Guess who's missing his ship? Han. Han is missing his ship.]
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But he does huff out a small laugh.]
You and me both, kid. Especially on the coleslaw. [Coleslaw is evil and stars only know why it's so popular.] Don't worry, where we're going, olives and coleslaw ain't on the menu.
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[ It's... nice. Having simple things in common. His smile is brief, slight, even a little tentative- but it's there. Just for a moment.
But he can't quite resist a little teasing of his own: ]
Good. Will we be running there, too?
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[And Han just rolls his eyes. Haha, very funny, he's gonna be making a note to his future self to not be so sassy around his kid, because he's getting all this backtalk.]
We'll be taking my car. It's just a few blocks down. [And it definitely broke down, but shut up, Han didn't exactly ask for this dumb superpower.]
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You should let me drive.
[ He can't resist. ]
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No. [His son Kylo might be, but some things Han will not cede to anyone, not even Leia, and the driver's seat for his shitty little taxi is one of them.] It's a little—it's hard to explain, but the short version is, it likes me better than anyone else.
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[ Genuine incredulity here. He seems amused, though, if a little guarded and awkward. ]
You might be surprised. I'm an exceptional pilot.
[ He glances skyward quickly. It's something he wishes he could have shown his father-- ]
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[He shrugs and trails off, with a sad sigh. Guess who's missing his ship? Han. Han is missing his ship.]
Let's see how you drive, instead.