"Still. I grabbed Han a drink. Seems only fair I get you one. Wait just a second, okay?" The groom gets right back up on his feet and wanders off toward the bar where a Very Ordinary barkeep seems to be struggling to get his hands on some fresh glasses. It won't take him but a minute--time enough for Leia and Han to exchange looks-- before he's back with a bright blue drink to hand over to her. "Moonlily wine. If you don't like it I won't be offended. I let the bartender recommend me something fit for royalty."

Jim gives both of them a long look as each speaks their piece about the other. At Leia's insistence he relax a bit the military posture does abscond from Jim's posture almost entirely. He's been on his toes for the last several days dealing with all the procedures in Felix's world. A chance to relax is one he'll take gratefully. Though he's stifling a grin at Han's remark. How often does anyone get the Corelian pilot to listen when he's of a mind not to?

"And yet here both of you are. Even from what little I know about your galaxy, that's not nothing." He's glad to see you, Han. Glader still to think you Might be in the process of making a friend. The smile he offers the princess is much more diplomatic.

"We didn't get along at first either. Guess we maybe had too much in common."