Where is all that food going? Between Finn and Poe they're chowing enough to fill an empty leg. Then again, it's both filling and tasty, so who's to complain?

Finn laughs along at the tale. Is it true? Maybe, maybe not. "You call this short rations? One time we were doing a sim on Raxus II and we had to split a single Tauntaun with six other fireteams." He shudders. "This smell ain't nothing compared to that."