Poe laughs a little and lets Cassian go, enjoying the sight of that casual bit of contact between the two of them, the fact that Jyn looks so comfortable in Cassian's clothes. There's something in their broken edges that matches up, makes something like a whole, and it's as beautiful as it is tentative.

He leans against the counter as BB-8 rolls around the kitchen and then into the next room, talking quietly enough that even Poe can't quite make out what he's saying. This is not because the narrator is too tired to come up with anything either hush.

"Food," Poe says, helpfully.