Whatever the oddness that came with the unfamiliarity of the situation, Finn couldn't help a chuckle at that. At least it was the same Poe. No tense awkward end like the other time, no running off. Just endless mouth running seemingly aimed more at getting a reaction than said with real purpose or demands.

Still, he checked if the pants actually existed. He didn't grab them, for either of them, but the fact of their existence in Poe's closest was now something that would be in his mind forever. Which...okay. Back to putting on a looser fitting pair of training pants and bringing out a similar pair to put next to the food on the table.

He could live with another minute of watching a naked man make the bed. He isn't quite as bold here as in other missions, though, quickly (and obviously) turning away the moment he's caught staring.

"Food?"