Poe grins, a lil shit to the end. "We've got five of them."

BB-8 makes a disgusted croaking noise, which is easy enough to interpret. The pilot just laughs. Lord knows people make enough jokes about his people and their relationships with their starfighters--

His people. His people. A fragment of new memory that he'll cling to and savor in silence for a few seconds before filing it away.

"You still haven't told me your name. I mean, I can call you Not Hungry if you really want me to."