Hey, I'm glad we're on the same page, too, buddy. [Which means Finn definitely didn't catch the jist of those looping beeps, already plucking up the dehydrated packet and sneaking a handful of chips of-- something into his mouth. Fruit maybe? The rations back on Starkiller were vitamin based blocks and slurries, designed for keeping the cadets fit and functional. Flavor, on the other hand, was the least of their concerns: everything else in comparison practically explodes with taste he's never really known.]
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