Finn and Rey have lived off basic ration packs most of their lives, so when they get into the mess hall at the Resistance base, with its daily rotation of local foods and easily transported mimicry of comfort foods from around the galaxy for the multi-species base, their minds are completely blown.

They lick things, they make orgasm noises, they feed each other ("you have got to try this pink stuff!"), and they are completely unaware that just about everyone near them is shifting uncomfortably in their seats and trying to think about X-wing lift ratios. Nobody wants to interrupt or ask them to stop because they don't want to risk them feeling ashamed for enjoying something they've never had a chance to before.

Of course, Poe solves everything. With picnics.