[Luke knows jabs from his father are never intended to draw blood, or even prick the skin. More often than not, they highlight similarities between him and his father. Luke always greets them with a smile.]

Zuzi fruit. [He shakes his head.] Don't laugh. There's an embargo on it in seven systems. Something about local farmers... [He shrugs. What does Luke Skywalker know about farming.]

I wasn't exactly going to smuggle spice, was I? [Luke has limits. But now he's curious.] Did you think I was?