Kylo Ren had never been to a sleepover in his life. Rey, on the other hand, was a self-proclaimed Sleepover Queen. Ever since the Force had connected both of them together and forced them to reconcile their differences, she had insisted on them scheduling "Force-Buddy Bonding Time."

Kylo thought she was crazy.

"This is a really stupid idea… I can see you rolling your eyes at me Rey."
"Oh come on, it'll be fun!"

But she'd hit him with such an adorable smile it would have been a crime to refuse.

"Fine."

But Kylo was now in a predicament of epic proportions- he didn't know what to wear. Usually, he had a uniform that the wore everyday. Not only did it lessen the amount of time he spent getting ready (his hair took forever) but it also made sure that he didn't look ridiculous as the Supreme Leader of the First Order. Though it wouldn't seem like it, the Stormtroopers and Generals in the First Order were notorious for their fashion sense and even more famous for their mockery of those who didn't have any. Hux had accidentally seen Kylo wearing a pair of fuzzy pink cat socks and hadn't let him live it down since, going so far as to buy him another pair for Christmas. He couldn't make a similar mistake today, or Rey would kill him.

Or at least that's what he thought- he wasn't sure that desert rat had any fashion sense anyways. Guess that makes the two of us.

Instead of guessing and putting himself through that agony, Kylo decided to ForceTime Rey. They were "Force-Buddies" now so he presumed it'd only be appropriate.

"Hey Rey."
"What the fu-"

His sudden arrival in her consciousness had startled her. She had been meditating on Ach-To and her concentration was broken. She attempted to suppress the upswell of irritation she was feeling- this was the first time Kylo had contacted her on his own and she wasn't going to mess up the tenuous relationship they already had.

"What do I wear to this… sleepover?"

She stared at him in abject horror. This poor boy thinks there's a dress code for sleepovers? Rey felt sorry for him.

"You just wear whatever's comfortable."

It was his turn to be puzzled. Whatever's comfortable?

"Do you seriously not have anything comfortable? Lounge-clothes? Sweats? Pajamas?"
"No?"
"Seriously?"

After joining the First Order, he'd always dressed fancy, preferring to intimidate those around him with both his formal mannerisms and his expensive and tasteful clothing. The only thing that was remotely comfortable were the fuzzy cat socks he had- and even those hadn't seen the light of day after Hux made fun of him. Now, he wore the socks tucked into his boots- comfortable, warm, and entirely undetectable.

He still had nothing to wear.

Rey was astonished.

"I can steal Poe's sweats. He has a million."
"I am not wearing that rebel scum's clothes."
"You have nothing to wear! And you are absolutely not allowed to wear formalwear at sleepovers."

"It's a HUGE fashion faux-pas."

"Honestly, I thought the Supreme Leader had better fashion sense than that…"
"Fine. I'll wear the rebel scum clothes."

Task accomplished, he disconnected the call.

Back on Ach-To, Rey contemplated the logistics of sweat-stealing.