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[She doesn't shove him with her hands or anything, but she does, in fact, bump her hip against him as an unspoken way of telling him to move out of the way. She can't get around to help decorate the cake with him crowding her in one spot.]

As far as we know.

[Not that she knows when other people's birthdays are here. But that's for a different time--]

So has it cooled enough to frost it yet?

[he shuffles around her, staying close enough to be annoying but at least she can move around now?? this is the life you chose, leia. living life with an overly tall invader of personal space.]

Dunno. [don't mind him, he'll just reach out and pat the thing. it doesn't feel hot, so...] Ah, I'll just put a little on. Worst that'll happen is it melts off, right?

[She chose this life and chose to marry this tall personal space invader, it's true. As annoying as he can be, though, she wouldn't choose any differently. And given that she can actually move around, she can ignore the hovering for now in favor of focusing on the cake.]

Testing a little won't ruin it.

[She thinks?? Either way, that's her agreeing with him.

But actually, she can't quite ignore the hovering as well as she thought. She turns back from the cake, toward him, a slightly quizzical slightly exasperated sort of expression on her face.]

Was there something you wanted?

[he takes her question as an invitation to slide his arms around her waist and loom over her from much closer, a pleased expression on his face.]

Well, since you asked...

[he was just in the mood to touch her, apparently. just a smuggler indulging in a brief snuggle.]

Should probably get a knife for the frosting, huh?

[yet he makes no move to do so.]

[That is some next level cheesiness from him. She expects cheesiness and Han thinking he's being smooth when he's totally not, but this is pretty up there. Not that she minds. Leia rolls her eyes, looking up at him fondly.]

That would be a good idea. I doubt Takashi would like it if you used your hands to spread the frosting.

[Which she's sure he wouldn't do, but well. They need a knife to spread that frosting, and the drawer with those in it is behind Han.]

I can't exactly reach for one myself.

[he lets out a put-upon sigh before pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek and pulling away to fetch a knife.]

Excuses, excuses. Anything to watch me do the work, eh?

[he's being transparently playful about it, as he reaches for the bowl of icing.]

[That just means it's Leia's turn to hover close by Han's side, watching him work on icing the cake.]

Is that such a crime?

[joke's on her, he likes having her all up in his personal space. most of the time, anyway, and he's certainly in a good mood at the moment.]

Guess not. [so gracious!!] You can watch me work anytime, babe.

[he nudges her with his hip as he works on smoothing the icing over the top of the cake, clearly giving her as much of his attention as he is the work.]

How very generous of you.

[accompanied with an eyeroll and an amused smile, as per usual when they're both in a good mood. But she turns her attention down to the cake, just to make sure everything is neat and even down there.]

Make sure the frosting isn't too thick.

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