It was learned, Luke's calm. It was something he'd worked hard at and sometimes even still had to remind himself of. Before all his training, he'd been easily excitable, impatient.
"Sugar, mostly," Luke said with a toothy little smile as he slide a glass in Finn's direction. It probably wasn't as proper as offering the other drinks but they weren't in a proper place and one of Luke's favorite hobbies when he wasn't training, studying or spending his time outdoors was sampling new things in the kitchen. Then again, that probably would have been true anywhere -- Tatooine's limited selection had always left him wanting. "What do you want to tell me?" Luke countered, leaning in a little, his gaze going sharper as he focused completely on Finn. It didn't matter what Rey told him, or what some other version had ever said (which was nothing, they'd barely intersected, but that wasn't the point), only what Finn wanted to tell now.