[She's a bit more put together than him, and makes it seem almost effortless with the way her hair is still up despite her partaking in the following festivities. Her dress is unwrinkled, and the ceremonial jewels she wore beneath her markings remain as they were.

There's a part that still wonders if this is appropriate. No one else seems to know, with the exception of perhaps Leia who has a...sense whenever she catches her looking at Luke. She wonders if it's jealousy, or some other sort of connection.

But for now, she shoves that to the back of her mind when he compliments her, as eagerly as one would expect from a farmboy. She closes the distance between, skirts sweeping the floor as she meets him, though not before locking the door.

It's obvious that she wants to keep this quiet, and before responding, she kisses him at the corner of his mouth, hand cupping his cheek and then running her fingers through his ruffled hair.]

You're beginning to sound like a broken droid, the way you repeat yourself. [It's said fondly though, teasing.] You look amazing tonight, as well.

I wanted to offer you my own personal congratulations.