“Furthermore,” Pax goes on, pausing to drain his latest drink. “If you look into Star Wars lore, a parsec is a unit of distance, not a unit of time, so one can assume Han was just talking out of his ass to sound like a hotshot, rather than listing actual specs for the Millennium Falcon.” “Wow,” I murmur, still dumbfounded. “Alcohol clearly makes me stupid, and also, you’re a total nerd,” I tease, letting the surprise infiltrate my voice. “I mean, I knew you were smart, but you’re a nerd.”
