[ Poe smiles, warm this time. ] I'm all for anything Finn does to assert his independence. Even if it does mean vegetable pizza.

[ John has no context for why that matters whoops. Still.

Poe scratches his chin. He's been leery of alcohol ever since that night when John came to get him, for more reasons than preparedness. He's never gotten that drunk before. He never wants to be that drunk again. Sure, wine wouldn't be his poison of choice for that purpose, but he's still gunshy. ]

What's dim-sum? Never had that one.