Han flashes a sideways kind of smile and points to his chest. "I know." And with that grandiose gesture out of the way, he's hiking it up to the Falcon to grab the beers.

With most of the liquor he'd brought from home used up, he's been making due with what's more readily available in the nexus. He's found, as Josh has insisted, Canadian beers to be a bit more consistent than American ones. So his little brother may or may not be surprised by the fact that he returns from the ship with two frosty bottles of Molson.

He passes one to the kid and then has himself a seat in the dirt.