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storypaint) wrote2011-05-31 11:13 pm
storypaint) wrote2011-05-31 11:13 pm
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[Star Wars] cheap and easy to rejoice (Han, Leia, and Chewie gen)
Title: cheap and easy to rejoice
Fandom: Star Wars
Length: 271 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Star Wars, Han & Chewie, domestic bickering
Pairing: slight Han/Leia; mostly gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: They'd had this ongoing argument about the sugar bowl for at least ten years, as far as Leia knew. It was an old argument when she first stepped onto the Millennium Falcon, and she wouldn't be surprised if it lasted until Chewie's fur was gray.
They'd had this ongoing argument about the sugar bowl for at least ten years, as far as Leia knew. It was an old argument when she first stepped onto the Millennium Falcon, and she wouldn't be surprised if it lasted until Chewie's fur was gray. As far as she could tell, it began when Han found a long dark hair in the container, and complained. But next time there were two hairs, and then one of them stuffed a whole wig in there, and nowadays, no one touched the jar labeled sugar in the cabinets. Leia knew to use the unmarked container on the next shelf, although she didn't always tell people. Luke's expression when he'd first opened the jar had been priceless.
Han and Chewie had a dozen ridiculous stories and complaints and special arrangements. She'd almost felt left out at first. Not jealous, because how could you be jealous of a friendship like that? This was more than a life debt partnership, and she respected it. She just wasn't sure how she'd fit in to their routines.
She shouldn't have worried. The first day that she spent a few extra minutes in the bathroom, a new argument began, princess against Wookiee and smuggler. She could give as good as she got, and finally Han clapped a hand on her shoulder and laughed.
"She fits right in, doesn't she, Chewie? As long as she doesn't leave her hair in the sugar, I vote we keep her," he said. Chewie gave a barking laugh. Leia rolled her eyes.
She didn't mention that she replaced the safe sugar with salt, either. They'd figure it out.
Fandom: Star Wars
Length: 271 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Star Wars, Han & Chewie, domestic bickering
Pairing: slight Han/Leia; mostly gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: They'd had this ongoing argument about the sugar bowl for at least ten years, as far as Leia knew. It was an old argument when she first stepped onto the Millennium Falcon, and she wouldn't be surprised if it lasted until Chewie's fur was gray.
They'd had this ongoing argument about the sugar bowl for at least ten years, as far as Leia knew. It was an old argument when she first stepped onto the Millennium Falcon, and she wouldn't be surprised if it lasted until Chewie's fur was gray. As far as she could tell, it began when Han found a long dark hair in the container, and complained. But next time there were two hairs, and then one of them stuffed a whole wig in there, and nowadays, no one touched the jar labeled sugar in the cabinets. Leia knew to use the unmarked container on the next shelf, although she didn't always tell people. Luke's expression when he'd first opened the jar had been priceless.
Han and Chewie had a dozen ridiculous stories and complaints and special arrangements. She'd almost felt left out at first. Not jealous, because how could you be jealous of a friendship like that? This was more than a life debt partnership, and she respected it. She just wasn't sure how she'd fit in to their routines.
She shouldn't have worried. The first day that she spent a few extra minutes in the bathroom, a new argument began, princess against Wookiee and smuggler. She could give as good as she got, and finally Han clapped a hand on her shoulder and laughed.
"She fits right in, doesn't she, Chewie? As long as she doesn't leave her hair in the sugar, I vote we keep her," he said. Chewie gave a barking laugh. Leia rolled her eyes.
She didn't mention that she replaced the safe sugar with salt, either. They'd figure it out.