It does, which is kind of unfortunate for the list of other apologetic gifts Han had been making in his head. Namana candies, credits, maybe some Thikkiian brandy, depending on the healer's species...

That scowl isn't even enough to get his back up, instead reminding him of Luke when he's in a particularly foul mood.

"Yeah, I know a few types like that." Or, knew, depending on how they all felt about the ever shifting relativity of grammatical tense today. Personally, Han was aggressively trying to not care. "Sending in your Negotiator is probably safest. Unless he negotiates with pies."

Then they're all screwed.