[HOW DARE YOU. Kylo's cold stare shall pierce the night with its intensity of hatred. Or, you know, his teenage sulk that makes him look threatening to exactly no one.]
[Those overpriced headphones they bought the little shit for his birthday must be pretty good at drowning out the sound of poker night. No easy feat to noise cancel a wookiee roar.]
Listen, your mom's not going to be home tonight so we're on our own for dinner.
[Like that's going to happen. But sure, whatever gets them to Imperial Pizza faster.]
The usual is fine.
[Mom's not here, so no 'thank you's are to be spared. Ben considers not wishing his father was dead for the day, though. Yeah, that sounds good. If Han wasn't here, he wouldn't be able to get pizza. He's not allowed to drive the Falcon yet.]
[Ben still doesn't get it. At all. This kid is far too young and far too girly to be anyone he recognizes, aside from this vague 'I think i should know you....'.
He is also kind of thick. Looks like Leia didn't pass on her brains.]
There are worse things. You could look like my Dad.
[The computer console is immediately Kylo's favorite entity here for a number of reasons. It has an Imperial accent, it called him 'sir', and it cares about his mother.]
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