Poe was making breakfast - eggs and bacon - and though he hadn’t said anything, the fact that he was nervous was probably apparent in just how quiet and focused he had gotten. He was spinning a spoon around in the air while he cooked, but he’d dropped it several times.

“I dunno,” he said wryly, flashing Finn a smirk. “I think we’re going to just have to keep practicing until I get the hang of it.”