When you haven't experienced food like Rey has for most of her whole life, it's just a nice night out with some of the local food. For her, however, eating is sometimes a religious experience.
The one arguably good thing that had come out of her resurrection a few years ago was the correction of her senses. More notably, her sense of taste. Which is why this usually poker-faced, serious beefy soldier woman can be found stuffing her face with pancakes and sticky rice. Were you expecting her to be using silverware like a proper lady? Hell no, she eats this stuff with her hands, occasionally wiping sauce on her face with the back of her hand or a napkin to clean her fingers. She even slurps a helping of tteokguk right from the bowl like a dirty heathen.
If one wasn't mistaken, it would almost look like she hadn't eaten anything in years. In truth, it's one of the few things Rey has learned to enjoy, and sure as hell doesn't take for granted.
She'll be ignoring any comments on her poor manners (even her elbows are resting on the table) and disgusted looks. It's obvious she doesn't care.
II. wish lanterns;
Okay, so maybe this isn't so bad. If Rey had to pick, a night like this beats being on a lab table with her chest ripped open any day. Not that that has been a conversation topic she brings up willy nilly. Still, she's holding the lantern like it's an alien object, completely unknown to her. Rather, it's the tradition that she seems more or less lost on.
"Wish for what?" she wonders aloud, whether to herself or caught by someone nearby within earshot.
Clearly this is someone who has never blown candles out of a birthday cake before.
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