How about Finnrose + stargazing?
uhhhhh i probably messed up the tense 344234 different ways and i’m not perfectly happy with this but WE TRIED?
“Which one is that?” Finn asks pointing up towards the starlit night sky of Kashyyyk. Rose shifts slightly, her eyes following the length of his-- bare!-- arm to the small cluster of stars in the distance.
“That one? It’s the silly rabbit--hey!” She squeals in response to Finn poking her in the side. “You asked!”
“It was an honest question!”
“I gave an honest answer!”
“You’re telling me,” Finn gestures to the wide expanse of the sky. “That of all the names in the galaxy, that random asterism--”
“Only you would use such an pretentious technical term-- stop poking me!”
“-- and only you would recognize that term. As I was saying, of all the names in the galaxy you’re saying that,” he points to the extensively-debated cluster of stars. “Is called ‘Silly Rabbit’?”
“There’s a whole story and everything.”“Really, now.”
“Yes,” Rose’s voice is softer now. “Our father use to tell Paige and me stories about the stars in our living pod. When the First Order came and blotted out the sky, those stories were the only things that kept us sane some days.”
Finn’s arms come around her shoulders pulling her into his warm solid frame. He twines her fingers with his.
“Tell me the stories.”And she does.