'Why didn't you pick up the phone? Is it harder with your new hand?'
'I was practicing my lightsabering.'
'Do you mean lightsaber fighting?'
'I mean I was swishing my long laser blade'
'-dong laser blade'
'... around to practise using it. Yes, for fighting. What else do you do with a lightsaber?'
'I dunno, cut cheese?!'
'If I was using it to cut cheese I would have said that I was having cheese - the light saber and whether it was sliced or not would be unnecessary background detail.'
'Fine. So why didn't you pick up the phone?'
'You know that some things are more difficult for me since MY HAND WAS CUT OFF. I needed to be completely aware of my physicality, to tap into the Force to better myself as a combatant - I do not seek distractions. The prosthetic is very useful but -'
'Yeah but, why didn't you use the Hans Free?'
'Is that a joke? Did you make a joke about my hand being CUT OFF and our friend being FROZEN IN CARBONITE and taken from us by the powers of evil?!'
...
'I'm sorry to have made light of it, and I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable before - I know you like me but I like Hans. I've lost Hans too... Has anyone ever told you that you're hand-some when you're angry?'
[the bubbles in Leila's carbonated drink start to pop prematurely as if controlled by an unseen force set on making it go flat]
