"They'd better not clash with the wallpaper. Or the carpet," Cassian says, weaving a fantasy of a home he's never had, never allowed himself to want. In his mind, it's a roughly imagined thing, shining with warm color and metal accents like the pictures he's seen of Coruscanti luxury apartments, kilometers above him and worlds of class away. Even if he's visited that planet, it's a different world and not one that can be permeated, certainly not by Outer Rim boys from Fest.

"For all I know, the apartment they give me will be Naboo marble and hardwood from Endor." He laughs then, a low chuckle that disappears into Jyn's hair.