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It gives him a warm feeling to know there's someone worrying about him, even if Finn is pretty sure he can take care of himself.
"There might not be any left when I go back," Finn points out as he digs into some eggs--real eggs, peppered with bits of real vegetables. He's still very much not used to the concept of eating the way normal people do.
"There might not be any left when I go back," Finn points out as he digs into some eggs--real eggs, peppered with bits of real vegetables. He's still very much not used to the concept of eating the way normal people do.
"I don't think they really run out of food at these places," he says. "I mean, other than when they close the chow line down. But that's not for another hour."
Finn blinks a few times. "But it's all fresh." That means it's clearly in limited supply, right?
"Yeah? And then they make more stuff fresh later. Trust me. That's how it works when you're on vacation. Well. This kind of vacation."
It takes a moment before that really sinks in, but when he does, he ducks his head and grins, a little embarrassed.
"Right. It's gotta all come from somewhere."
And then his expression brightens. "Maybe I'll get a second plate when I'm done with this, then."
"Right. It's gotta all come from somewhere."
And then his expression brightens. "Maybe I'll get a second plate when I'm done with this, then."
"Hey, don't ever blame yourself for not knowing stuff. Not like I was born knowing how a bed and breakfast works." It's the sort of thing you absorb if you aren't raised by a fascist dictatorship, probably.
He grins. "If you're hungry, go for it. You've paid for it already. Comes with the room."
He grins. "If you're hungry, go for it. You've paid for it already. Comes with the room."
Is he hungry? As always, the answer is yes - though he's at least not stuffing his face so fast he's liable to choke. Judging by the expression on his face, it's all very good.
"Whatever it is, I like it. Maybe we can check out one of those restaurants we passed for lunch later, too?"
"Whatever it is, I like it. Maybe we can check out one of those restaurants we passed for lunch later, too?"
"Definitely! There's more than enough that we can try a new one every day if you want. That'd be pretty fun. Sample the local take on everything." He's trying to not tease Finn about food too much. If nothing else, he'll get used to it. The vacation will definitely help. And he knows it comes from some sad stuff.
There's not really any use thinking about how bad things were, because he's never going to have to deal with it again. He knows that much.
And the vacation is helping with many things.
"Let's do it," he decides as his plate steadily empties.
And the vacation is helping with many things.
"Let's do it," he decides as his plate steadily empties.
"Could roll the dice on it," Poe says. "Make it really random." Since he has a feeling the, 'well what do you feel like eating' game isn't going to really work on Finn. And he doesn't mind picking sometimes, but he'd feel weird if it was all the time.
"That works good enough for me." Honestly, he has no preference as long as it's food - as evidenced by the rapid disappearance of what's on his plate. Some day he'll get used to the idea that food's not time-limited and he doesn't have to shovel everything into his mouth, but it hasn't happened yet.
And Poe isn't the picky sort, so it'll work well for him and let him not feel like the meal dictator or something. Win-win.
He finishes up his own plate and settles back to sip his second cup of caf. "Feels so weird, not having somewhere I have to be." But in a good way.
He finishes up his own plate and settles back to sip his second cup of caf. "Feels so weird, not having somewhere I have to be." But in a good way.
"Tell me about it." Taking this 'second plate' idea at face value, he grabs a small dish of fruit to wrap up breakfast with. "I'm used to having everything regimented. Maybe that's why it was so easy for me to join you guys." He doesn't name names, not where the First Order and the Resistance might turn heads, but anybody looking at them can probably tell they're military on leave anyway.
"Guess it's more comfortable than just blowing in the wind." He grins. "But I'm glad you ended up falling in." Selfishly. Damn, but Finn would probably be safer anywhere else. Well... unless they don't beat the First Order.
"A lot more comfortable."
Finn reaches over to squeeze Poe's hand quickly. Selfish or not, it was the right thing to do. "Me, too."
Finn reaches over to squeeze Poe's hand quickly. Selfish or not, it was the right thing to do. "Me, too."
Poe squeezes his hand back. "Guess good deeds get rewarded."
He'd like to believe that was the case, at least. The galaxy kept throwing them back together, so maybe that meant something.
"About done with breakfast?"
He'd like to believe that was the case, at least. The galaxy kept throwing them back together, so maybe that meant something.
"About done with breakfast?"
"They do?" It's the first he's heard of it. Besides, what Poe calls good deeds are only things he's done for himself or for his friends.
He gobbles the last few bites in a way that just screams career military and nods. "Yeah. You ready to go rent a skimmer and do some flying?"
He gobbles the last few bites in a way that just screams career military and nods. "Yeah. You ready to go rent a skimmer and do some flying?"
"Yep. If you do good in the world, it'll come back to you eventually." Unless you die. That's... something he tries to not think about too hard.
"Hell yeah!" Flying, his favorite thing. He's ready to go, so ready.
"Hell yeah!" Flying, his favorite thing. He's ready to go, so ready.
"Never heard of that." But Poe seems to know a lot, so--maybe he's right.
He wraps up his breakfast and heads over with Poe to the rental place. The rental choices are definitely more civilian (there aren't even any weapons mounted) and flimsy-looking, but they should be fine for some in-atmosphere techniques. "All right, you're in charge now."
He wraps up his breakfast and heads over with Poe to the rental place. The rental choices are definitely more civilian (there aren't even any weapons mounted) and flimsy-looking, but they should be fine for some in-atmosphere techniques. "All right, you're in charge now."
"I'll get us a good one."
He ends up grabbing one of the flimsier looking skimmers, because it's the fastest one they have--also the newest. He gives it a thorough check first, though--flimsy looking or not, he's satisfied with its safety features. "This is gonna be great." Looks can be deceiving, after all. "Get in."
He ends up grabbing one of the flimsier looking skimmers, because it's the fastest one they have--also the newest. He gives it a thorough check first, though--flimsy looking or not, he's satisfied with its safety features. "This is gonna be great." Looks can be deceiving, after all. "Get in."
Yeah, the looks are deceiving him. But Poe wouldn't lie to him, right? Finn gets in nervously.
"This better not fall apart on us."
"This better not fall apart on us."
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"It's a lot sturdier than it looks. It's just got a super light construction because that way we can go faster."
Speed is important, Finn.
Poe gets in and gets himself secured, then does the brief pre-flight check. He's a hotdog, but he doesn't short himself on safety. He lifts them off gently enough. The time for speed is when they get out over the ocean.
Speed is important, Finn.
Poe gets in and gets himself secured, then does the brief pre-flight check. He's a hotdog, but he doesn't short himself on safety. He lifts them off gently enough. The time for speed is when they get out over the ocean.
"If you say so."
Poe would know, really, but he doesn't seem to relax until they lift off and it does not in fact fall apart under them. Once they're in the air, though, it's all Poe--and it's almost as fun to watch him doing what he loves as it is to be along for the ride.
Poe would know, really, but he doesn't seem to relax until they lift off and it does not in fact fall apart under them. Once they're in the air, though, it's all Poe--and it's almost as fun to watch him doing what he loves as it is to be along for the ride.
Poe's definitely doing what he loves; he's grinning fiercely the whole time. Though he does glance at Finn regularly, to make sure he's doing okay.
He sends them speeding out over the waves, then really opens up the throttle. "Let's see what this thing can do."
Not the fastest thing he's ever flown, but he's happy about it.
He sends them speeding out over the waves, then really opens up the throttle. "Let's see what this thing can do."
Not the fastest thing he's ever flown, but he's happy about it.
Finn does well, even enjoying it once they're in the air and he knows Poe's not going to let anything happen to him. More than once he yells when Poe does a fancy move, but it's delight; he's having a great time.
"You fly like you're the one with wings!"
"You fly like you're the one with wings!"
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