"Whatever you want. You're the one we need to fill up."
Word choices. A good soldier would simply march on without blinking, but
Finn almost jerks as that same whatever you want from that night
combined with filling up Poe in his room suddenly sinks in. He
covers as best he can with adjusting the pile of mock-weapons in his arms,
but he knows he's blushing again. He knows it and he can only hope Poe is
too busy fantasizing about food to notice.
Maybe talking faster would help.
"Still getting used to all that good stuff. Your rations taste better than
anything the Order served up."
It didn't help. But at least he was back into safe, honest ground. The
Order's idea of a menu was an individually calibrated to fit nutritional
needs goop. Which meant, even after several weeks, Finn was still taking it
slow on anything more complicated than soups, building up his body's
ability to actually process the extra fats and sugars that did wonders for
flavor but no favors to his inexperienced stomach.
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"Whatever you want. You're the one we need to fill up."
Word choices. A good soldier would simply march on without blinking, but Finn almost jerks as that same whatever you want from that night combined with filling up Poe in his room suddenly sinks in. He covers as best he can with adjusting the pile of mock-weapons in his arms, but he knows he's blushing again. He knows it and he can only hope Poe is too busy fantasizing about food to notice.
Maybe talking faster would help.
"Still getting used to all that good stuff. Your rations taste better than anything the Order served up."
It didn't help. But at least he was back into safe, honest ground. The Order's idea of a menu was an individually calibrated to fit nutritional needs goop. Which meant, even after several weeks, Finn was still taking it slow on anything more complicated than soups, building up his body's ability to actually process the extra fats and sugars that did wonders for flavor but no favors to his inexperienced stomach.