Rey is exceedingly glad that she'll never have to go out with a Ben Solo who learned dating tips from Snoke. Yikes.
She's never asked for this sort of advice, herself. She's not the kind to ask for advice at all, particularly these days when there's no one really left to ask the things she'd really wish to. But she's confident that they can manage dinner, conversation, maybe a movie on his sofa later, with his small menagerie of creatures trying to squeeze in for some attention.
As for pizza... has Ben met her?
"... Yes? Honestly, anything. I haven't found one I've disliked yet. Trust your instincts; whatever you're craving is just as likely to be my fault as anything."
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She's never asked for this sort of advice, herself. She's not the kind to ask for advice at all, particularly these days when there's no one really left to ask the things she'd really wish to. But she's confident that they can manage dinner, conversation, maybe a movie on his sofa later, with his small menagerie of creatures trying to squeeze in for some attention.
As for pizza... has Ben met her?
"... Yes? Honestly, anything. I haven't found one I've disliked yet. Trust your instincts; whatever you're craving is just as likely to be my fault as anything."