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“Treats?” Rey asked, her eyes widening.

Poe grinned. “Yeah, treats. Like cookies and chocolates.”

“This is so baggy!” Finn protested, messing with the poncho that Poe had forced him into. “Why do people wear such baggy clothes?”

“We just need to wear them for a few hours,” Poe assured him. His face fell slightly and he added, “I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Rey and Finn looked at each other. “We want to do it,” Rey declared, reaching up to properly tousle her hair. “So, when do we go?”

“Are you ready?” Poe asked BB-8. The responding trill was a bit indignant, but BB-8 rolled out anyway. Rey stifled a giggle.

“Are you two ready?” Poe asked Finn and Rey.

“I guess,” Finn replied, adjusting his poncho one last time.

“Let’s go get some treats!” Rey declared, taking Poe and Finn’s hands and dragging them out the door.

The party was in full swing when they arrived. Jess laughed when she caught sight of them. “Finally found people to help you live your dreams, Poe?”

“You just wish you’d thought of such great costumes yourself,” Poe shot back.

“Can we see these great costumes?” a voice asked from behind them.

Rey and Finn both looked at Poe before turning around. Leia was standing behind them, an eyebrow arched. To one side of her was Luke, who had a hint of a smile on his face, and on the other side was Han, who was clearly trying very hard not to look amused. Chewbacca was making no such effort, and even R2-D2’s beeping sounded amused.

“Kids all across the galaxy dress up like the heroes who took down the Empire,” Poe said with a winning smile. “I thought Finn and Rey deserved a chance to do it too.”

“So you three dressed up as us,” Leia said flatly.

Poe looked at Finn, dressed up as Luke, and then at Rey, dressed up as Han. “I think we did a pretty good job of it.”

“Did you draw the short stick, kid?” Han asked. “No one else wanted to wear the dress?”

Leia smacked him upside the head.

“No, I insisted,” Poe replied, adjusting his long white dress. “Besides, Finn rescued me from the First Order dressed as a stormtrooper, and then Rey flew a droid with a secret message back to the Resistance in the Millennium Falcon. I think it’s pretty clear who’s who.”

Luke grinned. “But Rey is a Force-user from a desert planet, and Finn almost left before coming back to help his friends.”

“You’re not arguing Poe being me?” Leia asked.

Luke shook his head. “No, I think he’s pretty much got you covered.”

BB-8 trilled indignantly. “Really?” Poe demanded. “After how hard it was to get you to agree to that paint job, now you’re offended people aren’t admiring it?”

R2-D2 beeped his compliments, and BB-8 preened. The blue paint job did look a little strange on them when Poe was so used to their normal orange, but it was necessary to complete the costume, and he’d specifically chosen a paint that would come off easily. Besides, BB-8 idolized R2-D2 enough that it hadn’t actually been that hard to get them to agree to dressing up like him.

“You don’t have a Threepio,” Han remarked. “Or a Chewie.”

Chewbacca roared and went over to stand next to Rey. Han gaped at him. “Seriously?”

Chewbacca tousled Rey’s hair and gave Han a very smug look.

“Now it looks like you don’t have a Chewie,” Rey said, sounding just as smug as Chewbacca looked.

“You can keep Threepio, though,” Poe said. He didn’t mind working with the droid on occasion, but his neuroses definitely started getting on Poe’s nerves after a while.

“Does this mean I can pass off some of my paperwork to you?” Leia asked. “Since we’re apparently so similar?”

“Only if I’m in costume,” Poe joked, hoping Leia wasn’t about to pull a stack of datapads out of nowhere and foist them off on him.

“We should stop hogging you three,” Luke said, giving them a smile. “Have fun at the party. And those costumes are really spot on. Han, that jacket even looks just like yours.”

Han studied Rey’s jacket, his eyes narrowing slightly. “That looks just like the jacket that went missing three days ago,” he said suspiciously.

Rey and Finn, who had both seen Poe sneak the jacket out of the laundry, shot him a nervous look. Poe winked.

“Run.”

They scattered instantly, and Han started yelling for them to come back, and Poe couldn’t help but laugh, feeling younger than he had in years. He’d promised Finn and Rey that this would be fun, and it was. He hoped they were enjoying themselves as much as he was.