Rey's laugh is literal music, and he steals another glance at Jyn after she tickles their daughter, without any part of his face dimming. For the first time in a while, not just today, Cassian feels - happy, maybe. Or at least close to it, and it's because of both of them.

"It sounds like she wants all of the toys," he says with his own quiet laugh. "But you're not even big enough for most toys yet. You're not going to be that spoiled no matter how much you object, I don't think so."

They are definitely going to spoil her, just maybe not materially. Cassian doesn't want Rey to want for anything. She tries to blow another spit bubble, but it's more of a failed raspberry. She lets out a shrill excited yell, clapping her hands instead. He looks her in the eye and points at her. "New dolls, but only when you washes the dishes. Deal?"

She smacks his hand. That's what she thinks of that deal, papa.