The face Ben makes has Rey slap a hand over her mouth to hide a laugh, because she’s never seen him make it before. Being flayed open with a lightsaber hadn’t even made him make such a face.

Still, her curiosity remains and she can’t back out now, so she leans over the table to take the bottle. She gives the rim a little sniff and feels her eyes immediately water, so she holds up a hand and slides out of the booth to go grab a couple of cans of soda from the galley.

When she returns, she slides in next to Ben rather than across from him, and cracks open a can to pass over to him before reaching for the bottle again. Gamely, she takes a giant gulp and nearly coughs as it burns all the way down, settling hot in her belly.

“You’re right. It is terrible.” She takes a sip of soda and then holds the bottle out to him with a grin. “Another?”