Rey tucks her legs under herself as she turns to watch him expectantly, her own burrito momentarily forgotten as she waits for Ben to try it. When he does, she grins at him and then tears into her own so she can enthusiastically bite off a corner.

She leans against his side as they eat, washing down bites of egg and cheese with lukewarm tea and wondering if she’s ever felt so content in her entire life. They are prisoners here. That is certainly something to consider, and a part of her hates so much to be kept here and told she cannot leave.

But on the other hand— she has a roof over her head. She has a warm bed and running water. She never has to worry about food. And, above all else, she has Ben. If she were going to be held captive anywhere, she’s glad that it’s here.

To no one’s great surprise, she finishes her burrito first and crumples up the foil, shoving it into the paper bag before wiping her hands and mouth with a napkin. After another sip of tea, she unfurls herself to lay on her back with her head in Ben’s lap, dragging his sweater up so she can pat contentedly at her bare belly.

“I have excellent ideas,” she says brightly, smiling up at him before turning her head so she can press a kiss to his stomach.