As Mara tiptoed into their cabin and quietly set a steaming cup of herbal tea, a stronger shot of kaffe, three-anti-inflams, and an energy bar on the bunk, Luke prised open an eye and groaned feelingly, “Next time we stick to Flip Cup; I’m not letting you teach me another smugglers’ drinking game ever, ever again.”

“Yeah, sorry, this one’s on me -- you just sleep it off and I’ll take care of the pre-flight checks and inventory.”

He waited until she crept back out of the cabin, then sat up, tossed the anti-inflams in the recycler, and enjoyed his hot drinks and breakfast in bed; using guilt and faking a hangover he'd Jedi-cleansed were great ways to get out of Mara’s assigned scut work.