[ What's important is that Poe did see it in the moment it was happening. None of the spite had to go to waste on a maybe. Which is definitely enough for Finn to go ahead and finish the pizza and move on with his life. Throw some darts around. Talk to some friends and acquaintances. There's no one here that he doesn't trust.
And it's been quiet out there lately, or as quiet as it ever gets. Finn dares to believe this is going to be a nice, uneventful... event. About a year ago, he was staring at Cisco and Eddie's table centerpiece like it was set to activate a First Order homing beacon and bring a cruiser to town any second. It's weird to think about it now. Those first few weeks of dread and tension, all three of them living piled on top of each other.
He hasn't seen Rey yet. He'll have to doublecheck before trying to send her a message.
Finn accepts his tacklehug with the usual mixture of indignation and good grace, because he's been half-expecting it all day. He lives with Poe; he knows better than to not expect it. The happy Finnday-ing all but drags a snort out of him. The good natured kind of snort. ]
Yeah, happy Finnday to you, too. [ Just have to accept this good quality occasion and roll with it. Every Finnday is at least 10% Poeday anyway, based on very scientific research. It's part of why he's got that gift he's gonna remember he got Poe in about ten seconds. ] How'd your chess game turn out?
[ He sounds suspiciously like a person who knows exactly how the chess game turned out. Hmmm. ]
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And it's been quiet out there lately, or as quiet as it ever gets. Finn dares to believe this is going to be a nice, uneventful... event. About a year ago, he was staring at Cisco and Eddie's table centerpiece like it was set to activate a First Order homing beacon and bring a cruiser to town any second. It's weird to think about it now. Those first few weeks of dread and tension, all three of them living piled on top of each other.
He hasn't seen Rey yet. He'll have to doublecheck before trying to send her a message.
Finn accepts his tacklehug with the usual mixture of indignation and good grace, because he's been half-expecting it all day. He lives with Poe; he knows better than to not expect it. The happy Finnday-ing all but drags a snort out of him. The good natured kind of snort. ]
Yeah, happy Finnday to you, too. [ Just have to accept this good quality occasion and roll with it. Every Finnday is at least 10% Poeday anyway, based on very scientific research. It's part of why he's got that gift he's gonna remember he got Poe in about ten seconds. ] How'd your chess game turn out?
[ He sounds suspiciously like a person who knows exactly how the chess game turned out. Hmmm. ]