Ben let out a long sigh. Part of him wanted to throw that right back into his father's face. Of course, he was. That was an understatement. But after the last day or so, those words didn't come as easily as they should have.

"I guess we're even. I'm a disappointing son."

He examined the charred hunk of rathtar flesh for a moment before tossing the skewer at Han. Dinner, for curiosity's sake at least, was served.