[ Poe pokes absently at the bacon as Finn speaks, watching his friend's face instead of what he's cooking.
It all sounds kinda shit, actually, which isn't surprising, because it's the First Order. Of course anything that encourages personal loyalties or, y'know, fun of any kind would be Against Regulations.
The bacon is burning. Poe hisses and stabs at it, trying to fork it (heh) out of the pan and onto the waiting plate and managing to scorch himself with hot grease in the process. ]
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It all sounds kinda shit, actually, which isn't surprising, because it's the First Order. Of course anything that encourages personal loyalties or, y'know, fun of any kind would be Against Regulations.
The bacon is burning. Poe hisses and stabs at it, trying to fork it (heh) out of the pan and onto the waiting plate and managing to scorch himself with hot grease in the process. ]
That's. Awful. It's awful, is the word.