"Yeah, I know, I know. But I worry anyway." He's allowed to say that, right? Hell with it.

Poe keeps up with Finn just fine and doesn't try to make it into a contest--that can wait for later when he's all healed up and good. For now, time to relax, and he can hold his competitive nature in check for a good cause. He's maybe a little less hungry than Finn--or maybe he's just pacing himself. Seconds are a thing, after all.

"You know you can go back or a second plate when you're done with that one, right?"