[He leans over, props his elbow on the table and rests his chin against his knuckles, smile easing into something soft and indulgent as Finn stumbles thought, as Rey takes the compliment and his food with the frank practicality she did most things. Same way she announces her schedule- without bothering to dance around it. It's not the best news of all time, but it's not the worst, either. You always had to hope for longer stretches of time but he knew, a day or two and even if she could stay chances were he couldn't or Finn couldn't. Something would probably pop up. It usually did.

And yet-]

I wouldn't count on getting away that quick. The General's trying to put something together and I'm betting she'll want to talk to the Commander about it.

[An old title, but there was something about calling him 'Luke Skywalker' that seemed a little weird now that he was a flesh and blood person again instead of a ghost Poe was chasing. And he'd never be able to say 'Master' with a straight face.]