“Worst undercover mission,” prompted Leia as she filled Mara’s glass (Whyren’s Reserve, naturally, as if a half-Corellian household could serve anything else).
“Boobtown,” Mara answered with a grimace; Leia arched an eyebrow and nudged the bottle closer to her sister-in-law. “Mining boomtown on Mindrin VI,” Mara elaborated, “I was undercover as an Askajian dancer.”
“Don’t they have—?” Leia motioned vaguely at her chest.
“Six breasts? Yes.” Mara drained her glass.
Leia tried to channel Han’s best sabacc face. “How did you do it? Better yet, why?”
Mara sighed heavily. “The follies of youth, Leia. Still, how else could I have smuggled in four thermal detonators?”
Is that a lightsaber in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
“Boobtown,” Mara answered with a grimace; Leia arched an eyebrow and nudged the bottle closer to her sister-in-law. “Mining boomtown on Mindrin VI,” Mara elaborated, “I was undercover as an Askajian dancer.”
“Don’t they have—?” Leia motioned vaguely at her chest.
“Six breasts? Yes.” Mara drained her glass.
Leia tried to channel Han’s best sabacc face. “How did you do it? Better yet, why?”
Mara sighed heavily. “The follies of youth, Leia. Still, how else could I have smuggled in four thermal detonators?”