[Luke is...ready and waiting. In the brief time he had before the wedding, he made himself look as good as he possibly could. That mostly entails a clean pair of robes and slightly brushing back his hair to ensure that it’s not a complete scraggly mess. The beard can’t be tamed, leaving it clinging to his old bones as he looks on at the scene with pride.

After all they’ve accomplished, they deserve a happy ending. As they approach him, he clears his throat, and he speaks.]

...This is the part where I give you two medals, right?

[He glances towards Leia and Han, before his attention turns to Stan.]

No medal for you. I’m sorry, it’s kind of a thing with us, you’re just too hairy.