[A subtlety Finn misses entirely, already picking at his meal with a stubborn determination: it's impossible to be hungry like this, but for as long as it lasts, he knows he has to keep up his strength. No lulls in regiment that might get someone else killed if he's off his game in a couple of days, no gaps in dietary nutrition that'll have him tired and sleeping too long should either Rey or Poe have to pick up and take off.

And for how bizarre food had been after a life lived entirely on nutrient blocks, he's managed to adjust surprisingly well: sure, his picks are on the bland side of things, but at least Finn handles toast and Hydarien pickle spread without a fuss.

Half a slice in, (mostly pinned against his cheek) and Finn stops chewing long enough to glance up.] We could always go swimming. Rylar said there's a lake not too far from here that a lot of the cadets-- uh, recruits, like to hit up on their down time.

[In truth, he's right. A half an hour of walking in the right direction would get them there without much in the way of attention or trouble-- but he's also right because most of the time crew have difficulty securing any privacy: the lake doesn't see laps half as much as it sees other physical activity.]