[Qui-Gon likes to consider himself a pretty good judge of little things like character, intentions, and when it's a good time to metaphorically shove a stubborn space princess into discussing her feelings. After these past few days of camping out (literally, if the tiny little sprouts he's brought along are anything to go by), it's become even clearer than before that Leia Organa is made of emotional durasteel. Which is far from a bad thing, but also far from the healthiest.]
Good afternoon.
[He's perfectly pleasant when he greets Leia, a gentleman in every single way... if we don't count the hostile takeover of his friend's living room.]
[PROBABLY LIKE A WEEK LATER]
Good afternoon.
[He's perfectly pleasant when he greets Leia, a gentleman in every single way... if we don't count the hostile takeover of his friend's living room.]