If it was any consolation, if Hux was upset with Ben, he wouldn't have even entertained the idea of coming down to the dock in the first place. Or at the very least, he would have said what was on his mind the moment he saw Ben instead of getting into the boat. Hux would never be caught dead stuck out on the water with someone he didn't want to be around. He was forever direct, even if it wasn't in his best interest. Or the best setting, as he had proven with Poe the night before.
Although, for once in his life, he did manage to withhold some information. Even though the look on his face straight up said that he was keeping something to himself. "My New Year's was good," he spoke, turning his attention to the cinnamon roll box in his lap, "From the sound of things, you and Phasma had an enjoyable time as well, I take it?"
It was obvious that he was not overly interested in discussing the holiday, though certainly not because he didn't want to hear about Phasma on the dance floor. That was something that Hux was sore he'd missed.
"It's a shame you won't be making these for me anymore. You've gotten quite good at it, I'd say. At least tell me you'll keep cooking. Or at least trying to."