[He's not that cold, but—the carbonite's not something he wants to talk about, or even think about. It leads his mind down a particularly thorny kind of memory lane, involving torture and black-clad monsters, and so he wrenches his thoughts away from that particularly dark path. No, he's not going to think about that. He won't.]
Oh, good, let's try that. [He follows her into the kitchen, pulling cupboards open in search of hot chocolate and marshmallows.] You know, Lando introduced me to hot chocolate, way back in the day.
[And he'd gotten a little addicted to it, but shush.
He turns to look at her, as if to ask her what the hell was she doing in bed, staring up at the ceiling or something? But he sees the way her cheeks flame as she turns away, and understanding dawns on his face. Oh. Ohhhhhh.]
—well, that's one way to keep yourself up. [Aww, he's blushing too.]
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Oh, good, let's try that. [He follows her into the kitchen, pulling cupboards open in search of hot chocolate and marshmallows.] You know, Lando introduced me to hot chocolate, way back in the day.
[And he'd gotten a little addicted to it, but shush.
He turns to look at her, as if to ask her what the hell was she doing in bed, staring up at the ceiling or something? But he sees the way her cheeks flame as she turns away, and understanding dawns on his face. Oh. Ohhhhhh.]
—well, that's one way to keep yourself up. [Aww, he's blushing too.]