“Aren’t you tired of borrowing my ship?”
Lando heard genuine worry buried beneath Han's growl.
“Sell her back to me! Then this wouldn’t be an issue,” he teased. “Not my fault your wife keeps giving me missions where I need the Falcon.”
“Not my fault either, General. This is the last time,” Han grumbled.
The warning was familiar.
“Same promise as always,” Lando smiled. “Not a scratch.”
“Better not.” Han’s voice softened slightly. “On you either.”
“I won’t let you down. On both counts.”
“Better not,” Han repeated, resting a hand on the Millennium Falcon’s hull before taking his leave.