“We don’t have any plan, pal,” he says. The Wookiee growls. “We’re making this up as we go.” Chewie nods and ululates. “Good. It’s like the old days, buddy.” Chewie grabs him with those big arms and shakes him like a cup of dice. Han grins and laughs and tries not to get crushed. “C’mon, Chewie. Set new coordinates. It’s time to get you home.”
