❝ I COULDN’T POSSIBLY… ❞ rey had apparently noticed his disappointment upon being informed that he had arrived too late from his mission. alas, there was no dessert left in the mess hall. he sat across her, a tad defeated, still in his fluorescent flight suit ( whether it was because of that one casualty of said mission or his bitter meal, it was… difficult to tell ). her words take him by surprise, finding a DISCONNECT in the reasoning behind them. eyes squinted, staring a little longer than socially appropriate. ❝ but – but you love fizz pudding ! ❞
both eyebrows raise , head - tilt , humorous disapproval , ❛ yes , you could possibly ! ❜ poised , watches his expressions carefully : waiting to throw the food , if necessary . outfit of luminous orange falls out - of - place with cohort it’s quiet , it doesn’t matter . but makes protest somehow more amusing . ❛ you’ve been on mission , i haven’t ❜ with softest way - of - words , reassuring ❛ there’ll be plenty more days for me to eat fizz pudding , poe . ❜ locks eyes , forehead forms the slightest crease , exposing intuition & concern : ❛ you were flying for ages ... what happened ? ❜