Finn wore his heart on his sleeve, so for someone trained in the Force it would have been like reading an open book. Luke felt like the calm of the water on an early morning beach.
Keeping his gaze on the man as if ready for him to jump out and attack him, Finn set the books on the table. "I've never heard of Mountain Dew, what does it taste like?" The yellow-green liquid looked thinner than most liquids of the same colour served at some tavern on the Outer Rim.
"Um, what would you like to know?" He didn't know how much Rey might have told him or the... last... him, which was an awkward thought when he fell on it.