Brienne needs to stop thinking Frea isn't virtuous just because she'll sleep with scruffy space captains. That's going to be a problem if she keeps it up. They've got enough to worry about without arguing among themselves.

Frea knows about the blaster, and she can recognize the tones in their voices. This is not going well. She glances between them, one hand covering Han's and the other reaching out to cover Brienne's hand where it rests on the hilt of her sword. "It would be warmer there. Good idea, Brienne, thank you."

If she has to drag them both over to the bonfire by the hands, she will. But she'd rather everyone do this with something approaching civility. "But what to do once we're there? I think we should dance. There should be more dancing in the world."