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okay but IMAGINE FINN AND REY CHECKING WITH POE ABOUT WHETHER SOME ASPECT OF THEIR CHILDHOOD WAS HORRIFYING
Rey: “what is the normal number of times to go to bed hungry?”
Poe: “ZERO. ZERO IS THE NORMAL NUMBER OF TIMES TO GO TO BED HUNGRY.”
Finn: “that CAN’T be right. What if they give you enough calories but just artificially stimulate your hunger reflexes to prepare you for survival situations in the future?”
Poe: “…what the fuck is wrong with the First Order?”
Rey: “At what age is it a good idea for a child to fight a desert scavenger to keep them from robbing you? Older or younger than 8?”
Poe: “…”
Finn: So, putting a kid in a isolation cell is totally a normal punishment, right?
Poe: *internal screaming*
Finn: What about mandatory health screenings? Do they have those as well?
Poe: *internal sob of relief* Yes! Yes, those a thing!
Rey: What price are internal organs going for these days? It was - ten credits for an ear, right?
Finn: No, that’s the mandatory recompense sum for organ donation -
Poe: What.
Poe giving up and just sitting Rey and Finn down in front of a channel on the HoloNet that shows nothing but Normal Family Sitcoms because he was never prepared for Internal Organ Sales at 10 credits a pop.
This backfires: Finn and Rey treat the HoloNet version of Full House as an absurdist comedy, and the parts where they start laughing really disturb Poe.
@bomberqueen17
oh yes, I’ve seen this post and I am thoroughly invested in it and trying Very Hard not to write a full-blown fic from it. Although I’ve been in such a Poe-centric headspace that I’m coming at it from the angle of Poe having had a wonderful childhood but having realized as soon as he got to the Academy that it was definitely atypical, so like, he’s spent his entire adult life Pretending Really Hard To Be Totally Normal At Stuff and so dealing with these two and their horrorshows of sham-childhoods is gonna really do a number on him.
oh heck.
Finn stared at the mess hall food selection with a look of utter bafflement, and Poe came up next to him. One of the dishes on offer tonight was whole chanticlos, roasted and cut into approximate quarters– a whole shoulder and wing, a thigh and leg, breasts with the ribs still on.
“What is it?” Finn asked.
Poe tilted his head to see the placard, because he knew they weren’t called the same thing in Basic as he’d grown up calling them. “Fowl,” he read. That didn’t sound right, he knew there was another word for it. “You haven’t had it before?”
“No,” Finn said. Rey came up behind him, and lit up.
“Oh,” she said, “that looks good,” and loaded up her plate. She ate an unreal amount for her size, but Poe couldn’t begrudge her; she was actually putting on muscle at a pretty good pace, and her hair was already visibly glossier from better nutrition.
Finn hesitantly took a couple of quarters, and loaded up the rest of his plate with the more familiar side dishes.
It was only after they’d sat down and Rey had already begun gnawing the meat straight off the bones like the feral desert rat she was that it occurred to Poe that it wasn’t a translation issue, Finn had genuinely never eaten meat straight off a carcass before.
“How do you,” Finn said, turning a piece over in his fingers and staring dubiously at Rey. She had grease all across her face already, and looked absolutely appalling.
“You can do like Rey is,” Poe said, “or you could pull the meat off the bones with your fork, or you could kind of pull it off with your teeth. You don’t just have to go full savage on it.” Rey seemed unperturbed, but he felt bad anyway and so added, “Or, you know, you can; it’s not like that’s wrong, or anything.”
“Bones,” Finn said blankly, and stared at the breast quarter he had in his hand. He put it down gingerly, clearly recognizing the ribs for what they were. “That’s. That’s an. An animal.”
“Yes,” Poe said. “That’s where meat comes from.” He reached deep down into himself, and said, very calmly, “Meat is the flesh of animals.”
“What kind of animals,” Finn said, very quietly. Rey had actually slowed down in her eating, watching him uncertainly.
“In this case, they are medium-sized birds that are bred and raised for that express purpose,” Poe said. He was getting distressingly good at being nonchalant and unthreatening about these things. “We used to keep them in the backyard, where I grew up. They lay eggs, too, and they eat bugs and weeds so you don’t have to feed them much. They’re very cheap to raise and easy to process.”
“Process,” Finn said. He looked just about like Poe imagined he’d look if he’d been told these were human babies.
“Kill and dress,” Poe said, because there was no point lying. “We eat a lot of kinds of animals. None of them are sapients, Finn. That’s where we as a society draw the line. Even synthsust has components derived from animals.”
“I thought,” Finn said, and swallowed hard. “I never really thought about it. I thought it was something that was– grown.”
“Well,” Poe said, “I mean. It is. It’s just. An animal grows it.”
“I used to hunt and kill lizards,” Rey offered, and from her grimace she knew it wasn’t particularly helpful, but she was similarly feeling there was no point in lying to Finn.
“Have you ever killed an animal yourself?” Finn asked Poe.
Poe looked over his shoulder to make sure nobody could overhear. “Most of us here haven’t,” he said, “but I grew up in a pretty rural community, so yes. We kept chan– birds– like these, and I used to help when we slaughtered them. So yes. I have killed and prepared animals to eat. But most of us haven’t. It’s the kind of thing that’s usually a pretty specialized job.”
Finn suppressed a grimace. He looked down at his plate. He didn’t look hungry. Rey was still eating, but slowly, which was a mark of how invested in the conversation she still was. “How do you. Prepare. An animal?”
Poe sighed. “I can show you holos,” he said.
“I don’t want to see holos,” Finn said.
“There’s plenty to eat if you don’t feel up to eating one of those,” Poe said. “Some people don’t eat meat at all.”
“I like meat,” Finn said, “and I know I need the protein, I understand nutrition. I just never. How did I not know?”
Rey shrugged. Poe grimaced. “Like I said,” he said, “it’s kind of specialized knowledge. I’d wager most of the people in this room have never actually killed an animal to eat, or seen one killed.”
“For what it’s worth,” Rey said, mouth full, “it’s delicious.”
s-leary:
roachpatrol:
deadcatwithaflamethrower:
hamelin-born:
lectorel:
wombatking:
ozymandias271:
okay but IMAGINE FINN AND REY CHECKING WITH POE ABOUT WHETHER SOME ASPECT OF THEIR CHILDHOOD WAS HORRIFYING
Rey: “what is the normal number of times to go to bed hungry?”
Poe: “ZERO. ZERO IS THE NORMAL NUMBER OF TIMES TO GO TO BED HUNGRY.”
Finn: “that CAN’T be right. What if they give you enough calories but just artificially stimulate your hunger reflexes to prepare you for survival situations in the future?”
Poe: “…what the fuck is wrong with the First Order?”
Rey: “At what age is it a good idea for a child to fight a desert scavenger to keep them from robbing you? Older or younger than 8?”
Poe: “…”
Finn: So, putting a kid in a isolation cell is totally a normal punishment, right?
Poe: *internal screaming*
Finn: What about mandatory health screenings? Do they have those as well?
Poe: *internal sob of relief* Yes! Yes, those a thing!
Rey: What price are internal organs going for these days? It was - ten credits for an ear, right?
Finn: No, that’s the mandatory recompense sum for organ donation -
Poe: What.
Poe giving up and just sitting Rey and Finn down in front of a channel on the HoloNet that shows nothing but Normal Family Sitcoms because he was never prepared for Internal Organ Sales at 10 credits a pop.
This backfires: Finn and Rey treat the HoloNet version of Full House as an absurdist comedy, and the parts where they start laughing really disturb Poe.
@bomberqueen17
oh yes, I’ve seen this post and I am thoroughly invested in it and trying Very Hard not to write a full-blown fic from it. Although I’ve been in such a Poe-centric headspace that I’m coming at it from the angle of Poe having had a wonderful childhood but having realized as soon as he got to the Academy that it was definitely atypical, so like, he’s spent his entire adult life Pretending Really Hard To Be Totally Normal At Stuff and so dealing with these two and their horrorshows of sham-childhoods is gonna really do a number on him.
oh heck.
Finn stared at the mess hall food selection with a look of utter bafflement, and Poe came up next to him. One of the dishes on offer tonight was whole chanticlos, roasted and cut into approximate quarters– a whole shoulder and wing, a thigh and leg, breasts with the ribs still on.
“What is it?” Finn asked.
Poe tilted his head to see the placard, because he knew they weren’t called the same thing in Basic as he’d grown up calling them. “Fowl,” he read. That didn’t sound right, he knew there was another word for it. “You haven’t had it before?”
“No,” Finn said. Rey came up behind him, and lit up.
“Oh,” she said, “that looks good,” and loaded up her plate. She ate an unreal amount for her size, but Poe couldn’t begrudge her; she was actually putting on muscle at a pretty good pace, and her hair was already visibly glossier from better nutrition.
Finn hesitantly took a couple of quarters, and loaded up the rest of his plate with the more familiar side dishes.
It was only after they’d sat down and Rey had already begun gnawing the meat straight off the bones like the feral desert rat she was that it occurred to Poe that it wasn’t a translation issue, Finn had genuinely never eaten meat straight off a carcass before.
“How do you,” Finn said, turning a piece over in his fingers and staring dubiously at Rey. She had grease all across her face already, and looked absolutely appalling.
“You can do like Rey is,” Poe said, “or you could pull the meat off the bones with your fork, or you could kind of pull it off with your teeth. You don’t just have to go full savage on it.” Rey seemed unperturbed, but he felt bad anyway and so added, “Or, you know, you can; it’s not like that’s wrong, or anything.”
“Bones,” Finn said blankly, and stared at the breast quarter he had in his hand. He put it down gingerly, clearly recognizing the ribs for what they were. “That’s. That’s an. An animal.”
“Yes,” Poe said. “That’s where meat comes from.” He reached deep down into himself, and said, very calmly, “Meat is the flesh of animals.”
“What kind of animals,” Finn said, very quietly. Rey had actually slowed down in her eating, watching him uncertainly.
“In this case, they are medium-sized birds that are bred and raised for that express purpose,” Poe said. He was getting distressingly good at being nonchalant and unthreatening about these things. “We used to keep them in the backyard, where I grew up. They lay eggs, too, and they eat bugs and weeds so you don’t have to feed them much. They’re very cheap to raise and easy to process.”
“Process,” Finn said. He looked just about like Poe imagined he’d look if he’d been told these were human babies.
“Kill and dress,” Poe said, because there was no point lying. “We eat a lot of kinds of animals. None of them are sapients, Finn. That’s where we as a society draw the line. Even synthsust has components derived from animals.”
“I thought,” Finn said, and swallowed hard. “I never really thought about it. I thought it was something that was– grown.”
“Well,” Poe said, “I mean. It is. It’s just. An animal grows it.”
“I used to hunt and kill lizards,” Rey offered, and from her grimace she knew it wasn’t particularly helpful, but she was similarly feeling there was no point in lying to Finn.
“Have you ever killed an animal yourself?” Finn asked Poe.
Poe looked over his shoulder to make sure nobody could overhear. “Most of us here haven’t,” he said, “but I grew up in a pretty rural community, so yes. We kept chan– birds– like these, and I used to help when we slaughtered them. So yes. I have killed and prepared animals to eat. But most of us haven’t. It’s the kind of thing that’s usually a pretty specialized job.”
Finn suppressed a grimace. He looked down at his plate. He didn’t look hungry. Rey was still eating, but slowly, which was a mark of how invested in the conversation she still was. “How do you. Prepare. An animal?”
Poe sighed. “I can show you holos,” he said.
“I don’t want to see holos,” Finn said.
“There’s plenty to eat if you don’t feel up to eating one of those,” Poe said. “Some people don’t eat meat at all.”
“I like meat,” Finn said, “and I know I need the protein, I understand nutrition. I just never. How did I not know?”
Rey shrugged. Poe grimaced. “Like I said,” he said, “it’s kind of specialized knowledge. I’d wager most of the people in this room have never actually killed an animal to eat, or seen one killed.”
“For what it’s worth,” Rey said, mouth full, “it’s delicious.”
