"No, I don't care for him at all," he says, grin fading into a completely straight face. "He's a jerk--just a total bantha fodder of a person--and I regret every moment I spend with him."

No, Baze can't keep that up to save his life. Not that that matters much anymore. His horrible grin totally gives him away.

"Just kidding! He's a sweetheart, and I adore him to pieces," he says, chuckling. "I am happy to spend my afterlife with him, just as I spent my life with him as well."

He blinks at her question. "Oh, uh. Moonshine is... Moonshine... Hmm. It's hard to define. I watched a holovid about it, and it was apparently illegal to make in a lot of Earth countries. It's made from corn mash, and is also called white whiskey."