"Maybe I will," Poe says to BB-8. "Someone has to eat your share."

He keeps an eye on Finn to make sure he gets the right change and everything, and the little symbol on a stick that will tell the server which table they're at. He hesitates almost imperceptibly and then slides into the boot across from Finn, stretching his legs out under the table.

"You did great. Like you've been buying stuff your whole life."