#fettsolo week

“Bet that you can’t hit that tree over there.” The grin in Han’s voice was evident as he looked at his fiancé, who was following where he pointed.

“Mmh?” The fiancé in question replied. “And what’ll I get if I hit it?”

Han, paused to think, humming as though it was a difficult question.

“Ah!” he said. “How about a kiss?”

The knife blurred as it flew from where it was hidden in Boba’s beskar’gam and embedded itself on the faraway branch with a dull twang.

“I win. Where’s my kiss, cyare?”