"Mine are practical." Without Ianna in the way, Rial shifts himself until he can press a quick kiss to the side of Plourr's mouth.

Ianna appears occupied enough for the time being with Gror the bantha, gnawing thoughtfully on an ear and tugging at his much-patched mustachios, so Rial only feels a tiny bit awkward slipping a hand up Plourr's torso.

"My mother asked about another grandchild again today."