"Any time between breakfast and dinner," he admits. "I--I like getting enough to eat. Not that they ever starved us, you know, not like Rey who had to fight for her food, but--I never really got enough." And yet, despite the light duty he's had and a few days of relaxation on the ship, there's very noticeably no flab hiding his muscle.

Finn straightens up so he can give Poe another kiss, less desperate this time but no less firm. "I got some ideas. Might have some more by then."