[ They had, in the end, passed out - naked on Poe's slightly-too-small bed, the blanket tangled up in their feet. Poe only woke up because BB-8 whistled an alarm for him, from the hall.

It was still fucking early, but he groaned and dragged himself out of bed, fumbling around for his pants. ]

You want food? I've only got about twenty minutes before I gotta start getting ready for this gig, but I can heat something up for you.