Poe froze, three pieces of wood instantly clattering to the ground at his feet, even though his hand was still extended and raised.

He'd been expecting insults, or a missed punch, or - or something not a kiss - and yet here he was, his lips still tingling where Finn's had left them.

He blinked and then swallowed, trying to shake it off, feeling a heat rising to his cheeks.

"Well that was... effective," he mumbled, embarrassed that something Finn had done purely to surprise him would have such an effect. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. Of course he had. He had been thinking about it from nearly the moment they met. He cleared his throat and rubbed a hand through his hair as he looked down at the woodchips. Carefully, they raised through the air back to his hand and he started to make them move again.

He wet his lips.

"I, uh... guess you'll just have to try it again."