[ Obi-Wan does owe Han a drink, although he doesn't get the impression that Solo's calling that in. This feels like a much less ad hoc — as if it might as well be spontaneous.

He arrives to find the pilot already waiting and he wastes no time in taking a seat with him. ]

Your invitation couldn't have come at a better time — I needed a convenient exit from a rather... unpleasant conversation. I'll spare you the finer details, but I suggest you avoid the sour soup.

[ It's true enough that this version of Kenobi is a bit more fun than the man he's due to become in nineteen years (or less), but it certainly doesn't mean much, does it? People change all the time. Obi-Wan can't quite know how much he'll change, either. Even with the aid of the Force, he's not quite that adept at seeing the future.

Han seems to have a unique perspective over his eager companion. ]

What did you order us? [ And then, abruptly. ] You've been all right? [ And then, again, almost as if he's now concerned something could be amiss. ] How's Leia?

[ Now look what you've done, Solo. He might not ever shut up. ]