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"What's this?" She doesn't actually wait for an answer, just pulls at the paper packaging, tearing a long opening in it to reveal... "A helmet?"
"I know you miss some of your things from Jakku," Poe says. "And I feel like it's partly my fault you had to leave in a hurry — I mean, because of BB — so..."
Rey frowns at him. "You know about my old helmet?"
He frowns back. "Am I not supposed to?"
There's a very quiet whistle from around knee level; Rey looks down toward it to see BB-8 inching away from her. She'd swear it's trying to look nonchalant.
"Oh," Poe says; when she glances back up, she sees that he's also looking down at BB-8, his arms folded across his chest and one eyebrow cocked. "That was a secret, huh? You little — no, don't try to hide behind me, come back out here and tell Rey you're sorry."
BB’s response is a long, mournful whistle. Rey bites her lip to keep from laughing; after a moment, when she thinks she'll be able to keep a straight face, she says gravely, "Yes, you are a very bad droid."
That gets her a snort from Poe — which he tries, unconvincingly, to disguise as a cough — and an even sadder whistle from BB-8, and she can't keep it up any longer; she leans down, laughing, and pats the droid on top of its little dome. "No, I'm not really angry," she admits. "It is a really nice helmet — thank you, Poe."
"I'm glad you like it," Poe says, grinning. "And I'm sorry about BB. She means well."
Rey shrugs. "No harm done, really. And next time I'll know better than to tell her any secrets."