Cassian gave (what felt like the first in a long time) a lopsided smile. "One way to find out." Threading such needles was, theoretically, one of his specialties.
(Theoretically? Since when? He'd proven it, multiple times.
…but that was PRO. Pre-Rogue-One.
Pre-Jyn.
Pre-having that casement around himself crack and shatter. He hadn't thought about whether he'd ever be able to lie like that again. He hadn't expected to find out. He wasn't supposed to survive.
Okay. Shh. Later.)
Cassian rapped his knuckles lightly against Kay's side as he passed him, en route to some promising-looking crates. The third one he checked had what he was looking for: bottles of Corellian brandy.
His mouth twisted a little, not readable to most beings in the galaxy; perfectly readable to Kaytoo. A grimace of guilty self-disgust. But Cassian didn't let it go further than that before handing the bottle to Kay. "Ymya might be fine giving us more than she already has, but I don't want to test it. You smuggle this out?"
no subject
(Theoretically? Since when? He'd proven it, multiple times.
…but that was PRO. Pre-Rogue-One.
Pre-Jyn.
Pre-having that casement around himself crack and shatter. He hadn't thought about whether he'd ever be able to lie like that again. He hadn't expected to find out. He wasn't supposed to survive.
Okay. Shh. Later.)
Cassian rapped his knuckles lightly against Kay's side as he passed him, en route to some promising-looking crates. The third one he checked had what he was looking for: bottles of Corellian brandy.
His mouth twisted a little, not readable to most beings in the galaxy; perfectly readable to Kaytoo. A grimace of guilty self-disgust. But Cassian didn't let it go further than that before handing the bottle to Kay. "Ymya might be fine giving us more than she already has, but I don't want to test it. You smuggle this out?"