Fourth Floor common room

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han is back from the mainland and in a very good mood.

He's got a kettle (large enough to bathe a small child in) heating on the stove of the kitchenette as he pours large jars of honey, gallons of water and whole nutmegs in. He slices half a dozen lemons and proceeds to ream them with a wooden tool into the kettle.

Looks like he's making mead for the wedding on Tuesday. Anyone who wants to sample or pester or whatever is welcome.

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[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han just laughs and finishes the drink. The rest has cooled enough, so he starts pouring it into gallon clay jugs and setting them aside. He's made about three gallons.

"Tuesday's gonna be fun, no question." Han sits back down beside her. "You got your part memorized? If not, you can just read it."

He smiles. "I had a really good weekend. Celebrated Valentine's a little early. You and Shep doing anything special?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

She curls her legs under on the couch and shifts so she's facing him. "I think I know it," she said, "But I'll bring the paper along anyway. Who knows how nervous I'll be. It'll probably all go right out of my head."

"Wow, that's right, Valentine's Day is Tuesday." She's quiet for a minute. "I don't know if we're doing anything in particular. I have some stuff for him, well, sort of for him, and maybe I'll talk him into going to the dance on Friday. We'll see."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

He gives her a quick kiss on her forehead. "You're wiped, babe. You should get some sleep."

He starts packing the decorations and leaves them atop the jugs, which he's labeled "Sociology Homework, do not touch."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Am I rambling? I get rambly when I'm tired. Or nervous. Not that I'm nervous now." She smiled tiredly at him. "Yeah, I should go to bed. Not having the most restful nights this week."

She leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "I'll see you later. Sleep well."