(They have time in front of them--more than enough for Han to start to figure out how to brush hair without tearing it out of her scalp. His interest is more sweet than strange, and she's more than willing to tolerate it.)

As first attempts go, Leia knows this could have gone worse. She has all kinds of stories from aunts who'd wanted to frighten her off the possibility of canoodling while she ought to be focusing on schoolwork, not to mention a few from old school friends she'd once been close with. And in the Alliance, word always seemed to get around which X-Wing pilot had broken whose heart, even if they clammed up when they saw royalty walking past. She had a nice time, Han clearly had a nice time, and the parts that were uncomfortable hardly made up the bulk of the experience.

We have plenty of time to get better at this. Provided they can find a way to reduce the risk of a souvenir neither of them want.

There's no real etiquette she knows for these next bits, so she lets him go and wonders if she can surreptitiously wipe her hand on something while his attention is somewhere else. If only it seemed like his attention might shift from her for more than the blink of eye.

In the meantime, she gives him a smile that has more to do with his cocksure grins than her usual expressions. "You seem pleased."