They stared at the single hammock suspended from the wroshyr tree limb by a web of ropes; far, far below, the surface of Kashyyk was wreathed in mist, veiling the predators that lurked there.

“I’m not gentleman enough to take the floor,” said Karrde, “and Skywalker will just have to live with it — I have no intention of falling for you, in any sense of the word.”

“Skywalker has no say in it,” said Mara, “but you’ll have to tie me to the bed... I toss and turn in my sleep — and if you say one word about rope burns,” she added with a dark look, “you will be sleeping on the floor — the forest floor.”