"Towels. If you want to get technical. But yeah, I figured dying in the sun today sounded nice." What's lazier than that, laying around on a beach during leave? He's looking forward to it.

Poe's not really sure how to fish either; from what dad taught him, fishing is just an excuse to sit around and drink lager, which sounds like a great thing to do on leave as well.

He flicks a little water at Finn in return. "Or we could just stay in the water and turn into fish. I'm okay with that too."