"Obviously." He echoes. "It's just as well. If I had hung around and had too much fun, I might never have raised enough money to get the Falcon fixed."

It feels odd to say that, even in the jest that it was meant. As if he could ignore the fact that his ship needed to be repaired. It claws at him the way that a child's cry inspires action in a parent.

"So." He says with a slight nod at her basket. "Gathering flowers. Is it just because or is there a plan for those?"