“Death and taxes,” Dan says idly, as if he isn’t making a mental note of how Boba said that. He sees that Boba keeps his guard up in spite of Dan telegraphing that he’s letting his down. That’s fine. Dan figures the best he can do is remain warm and non-threatening. If Boba interprets that as Dan just being careless, that’s fine. Better to be read as incompetent than malicious.

“What about poinsettias? There’s plenty of them around here and we can repurpose them as offerings.”