“Corellia?”

“And have to explain the Bloodstripes ten times a day?  No thanks.”

“Onderon?”

“No.  Nowhere where they will recognize us as heroes.”

“Nar Shadaa?”

“Now you’re just being difficult.”

“What’s wrong with Corellia?”

“You’d gain ten pounds a year if you had unlimited access to my cooking.”

“You just don’t want to have to answer to ‘Your Highness.’”

“Remind me to space T3, would you?”

“Coruscant?”

“Mical will try to lick me again.”

“And that’s a bad thing, right?  I can never remember.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad if only he could remember that I need to breathe.”

“What about Korriban?”

“Oh, hey, we could loot some of those tombs.  I bet there’s still good stuff in there!”

She laughed joyously.  “You know, I think I’ve had enough of annoying the Sith for the moment.  Maybe later.”

“Hey, the one place I want to go to, and you say no!”

“How about Taris?”

“Hrm…”

“I hear the city is slowly being rebuilt.  I’m pretty sure there’s a bar already.”

“Think they’ll have anything worth seeing?”

“Pazaak players.”

“Swoop racing.”

“Black market goods.”

“Clanless Mandalorians.”

“You really do know what I like.”

He kissed her.  “Sounds perfect.”

“How long do you think we’ll last before we get arrested?”

“You know, if you would just run when I tell you to, you wouldn’t get caught.”