"I should take ye back to my seas," Fett told her. "All th' beasties either eat themselves or lose thar wind faster than sails." ...Right. He wasn't even sure what that meant now.

Innocent did not work very well on a man who made a hobby and a job of studying behavior. But he had a feeling that wasn't the point anyway. He turned the cookie around in his hand so that the smiley moustached face was pointed in her direction. "Turn me tolerance into an addiction, ye sly beauty." (Names. Whatever happened to names? Honestly.)