For Chewbacca, who always had a big appetite himself and didn’t exactly concern himself with what kind of quantities an average human eats, it doesn’t occur to him that she has a lot of food around. Han notices, though. It’s a lot for one human to have on hand, but that doesn’t tell him anything for certain. She might be meeting up with the rest of her crew soon or recently dropped them off. Or maybe likes to have a lot for storage (if it’s non-perishable).
No. It doesn’t tell him anything, but it does make him wonder ...
“Reasonably means make it a snack, Chewie. Not try to sate an endless Wookiee hunger.”
It’s a demand and the choice of words might have offended some, but it doesn’t seem to bother the tall fuzzy sentient. He’s either a lot more interested in the food or he doesn’t take what Han is saying very seriously. The human, meanwhile, is trying to think of a way to buy him and Carol a little bit more alone time - because he similar expection for the morning.
“Listen, I need you to do me a favor.” Han begins, after taking a moment to think of something. Chewie is sniffing a box of closed breakfast cereal, but he casts an inquisitive glance at his partner. “I’ll give you the credits for them, but I want you to pick up two datapads that can handle astrogation data. This region of space isn’t on any of her charts, but we already have it mapped out pretty well.”
Chewbacca seems to be mulling over the thought of that. “Are you sure that’s a good idea” is ultimately what the ship translates back as a reply to a string of barks and yips.
“She saved my life about an hour into knowing me. So I trust her and I want to return the favor.”
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No. It doesn’t tell him anything, but it does make him wonder ...
“Reasonably means make it a snack, Chewie. Not try to sate an endless Wookiee hunger.”
It’s a demand and the choice of words might have offended some, but it doesn’t seem to bother the tall fuzzy sentient. He’s either a lot more interested in the food or he doesn’t take what Han is saying very seriously. The human, meanwhile, is trying to think of a way to buy him and Carol a little bit more alone time - because he similar expection for the morning.
“Listen, I need you to do me a favor.” Han begins, after taking a moment to think of something. Chewie is sniffing a box of closed breakfast cereal, but he casts an inquisitive glance at his partner. “I’ll give you the credits for them, but I want you to pick up two datapads that can handle astrogation data. This region of space isn’t on any of her charts, but we already have it mapped out pretty well.”
Chewbacca seems to be mulling over the thought of that. “Are you sure that’s a good idea” is ultimately what the ship translates back as a reply to a string of barks and yips.
“She saved my life about an hour into knowing me. So I trust her and I want to return the favor.”