"Boy is that ever true," he agreed, of both the spoken and the unspoken, and moved the bag to where she could reach it more easily, not seeming to notice her discomfiture.

"'S like the Second Vice President of the First Federation insulting the Emperor and punching him in the nose just because he suggested it was time for lunch. I kept trying to figure that out." He had another bite of peppermint bark and added, out of the side of his mouth, "Now I'm guessing a fling. Broken hearts, that sort of thing."