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*Ives laughs.* That's because it's about five holidays mashed together, with a sprinkle of pseudo-Christianity on top.

I should know, I used to be a priest.

Me either! Isn't it brilliant?

Five holidays at once? [ Amelia's widen and she shakes her head. ] Why the hell do they need so many all at once?

Perhaps, but it's also a little awkward when I don't understand why there's wreaths, holly, and cut fir trees covered in lights everywhere.

[A beat, and she smiles sheepishly.] I do like the excuse to give my friends presents, though.

Cultural appropriation, mostly. Not to mention various attempts to make 'heathens' change religion and other such nonsense.

Pretty much the only bits I understand are the gifts and the mistletoe, which happen to be my favorite bits.

"Don't worry, they're still gonna have it whether you get it or not."

[ She snorts softly. ] Religion. That seems to be a very popular reason to shuffle people into believing something that they don't know or understand. Why not allow people to do what they want, celebration or no?

The gifts are good, but why the love for the mistletoe? [ Her head tilts slightly in question. ] It's just up for decoration, isn't it?

Amelia can't help but smirk at the smuggler. "Spoken like someone else who doesn't really get it."

A pause, and then she adds, "I assume it'd be easier to understand if I had someone to celebrate with. Having someone around who can explain things seems to help."

Because everyone wants to be right, no matter how blatantly wrong they are. Not that you can prove religion right or wrong, but that just makes idiots that more vehement.

She can't be talking about him, right? She just said that she doesn't think he gets it, so she can't possibly be looking for him to hang around and explain it to her. That wouldn't make any sense.

"The only holidays that ever made any sense to me are the ones that happen at the end of a harvest." Likely because they don't require him to have faith in something other than himself. "We didn't have time for celebrating ... anything when I was a kid."

So everyone who follows a religion is an idiot? [ She smirks, feeling a little cheeky. ] Or only those who force their beliefs on others?

Mostly the latter. Although if the Lord exists, I'm not sure that is a good thing. I've seen miracles, but not happy ones.

No one said she was good at people or conversations, Han. You should know this by now.

"Harvest festivals make sense - there's something tangible to celebrate then. Same goes for the changing of one year to another or the coming of Spring." If she can see it and touch it, can see the reason for celebrating, then it makes sense.

The little confession gets a small tilt of her head, though. "Busy traveling or working?" Han knows about harvest festivals, so she doesn't feel like she's making a stretch asking the question.

[ A wry smile touches her lips. ]

Miracles are simply unexplained events. And everything can be explained given enough time and effort.

Even the undeniably supernatural?

Supernatural still implies you can explain it. Magic isn't a miracle - it's still something that can be explained.

If you could explain it on any terms but its own, would it still count as magic?

No one did, that's true. Then again, it's not as if he expects most people to be at Han Solo level of dealing with people. Who peoples better than him? Not anybody.

As innocent as the little probe of a question seems to be, it hits him like a poke in the ribs. So much so that he's folding his arms across his chest. As if he might defend himself from another attack from this posture.

"Traveling is working. Especially for me."

The hazel eyes don't entirely hide the fact that he's suddenly thinking deeply about something. Leave it to Amelia to strike a nerve.