Luke slung the fish across his shoulders, which was no doubt extremely heightening to his allure. No, Rey, this is not how normal people talked about these things, but Luke was hardly in a position to know that.

"You thought I was referencing my... your..." He shrugged and the fish's tail flopped which was not exactly a meaningful gesture. "It wasn't a declaration, I mean. I... Oh, for the love of the nine Hells of Corellia--"

Where was Han when he needed him? The thought sent a sharp pang through him. Han would have known what to do. After about three weeks of teasing him mercilessly, of course, but Luke would have deserved it. He turned and started back towards the settlement, expecting Rey to catch up.

"I bet you're wondering why I'm single," he called over his shoulder.