He was a friend; she'd never steal from a friend. And indeed, there was nothing here she'd consider absconding with, anyway. A brief look of surprise crossed her face, however, when Han flopped down beside her on the small couch, and Natalia leaned back accommodatingly, curiosity piqued. She didn't miss that twinkle in those pretty eyes, and her lips quirked to his suggestion.

"We should, shouldn't we?" She shook her head with a rue chuckle; the scoundrel. "I don't have a problem staying in." She held up one finger. "As long as we get some sort of food in here. Something quick, edible, and delivered." Unabashed, Natalia reached over and tugged on the lapel of Han's jacket, pulling him to her as she slid towards him herself.

"We have better things to do than cook," she told him pointedly, brushing her lips over his.