Poe snickers around a mouthful of some kind of green protein cube, which tastes surprisingly good--not that he cares at this point. The food could taste as bad as he smells and he'd still be stuffing it into his mouth as fast as possible.

But Kare grins wickedly. "Look at that, Commander, he's already figuring out all our tricks."

Poe swallows hastily, clears his mouth out with a quick wash of water. "To be clear the stink gambit was Iolo's idea, not mine."

Iolo laughs. "Dameron there said I was being too rude, you know that? Until the first time he missed a meal because he spent too much time washing his hair."

Poe rolls his eyes. "Shorter rations here than we had in the Republic navy."

"Ain't that the truth," Kare says.