[For a long moment, Luke remained quite silent, sipping his wine and smiling around the edge of the glass. He couldn't begin to fathom what what so funny, so he chalked it up to the abject...strangeness of their entire situation. A world of wizards and dragons, where men could eat fruit and teleport, and where gods walked among men.

It was bizarre, yes, even for a man who'd traveled the cosmos, battled with dark forces beyond most men's comprehension, and was connected to the very essence of the universe. He pushed the images he'd borrowed from her aside, making a note of them for later.]

Don't worry about it. You know me, Mr. Helpful. I've got all the fun toys, so I may as well share. Guns, space ships, energy swords, robots.

[He sips again, not at all bothered by the strength of the drink. Its good, its not Corusca White, but its a far cry from Hutt-Swill]

Seriously, you've got nothing to worry about. We're in for rough times with the Malnosso, but honestly I'm sure it'll turn out alright.