"I didn't think you liked Tevraki," Luke commented as he let them into his apartment and headed for the tiny kitchenette to pull down two glasses. "I've never seen you order it."
"That's because I don't drink it around anyone else." Mara handed over the bottle and let him pour generous splashes for them both. "It's the only liquor that will put me on the floor if I don't put a tremendous amount of effort into filtering it out."
He looked up sharply at that, his expression changing as he handed her the glass. There was surprise there, and pleasure at the gesture of trust it showed that she'd drink it in front of him… especially now.
"Yes," she acknowledged bluntly, clinking her glass against his, "it's an opener and not a subtle one." She let her lips twist wryly. "But I had the misfortune to work with a few of your Rogue buddies recently and was reminded that fighter jocks need things spelled out for them more often than not."
