Caroling
"A pitch pipe?"
Rey, already huddled against him under a streetlight, wrapped a cautionary hand around Ben's elbow. It was amazing how quickly these two devolved into middle schoolers in each other's presence.
"Ben, don't."
"We're carolers, not the Tabernacle Choir."
Hux pocketed the pipe, threw his chin into the air, and consulted his music. "The Tabernacle Choir doesn't need a pitch pipe. You do."
"Don't talk to my girlfriend like that."
At that, Rey shoved him. "Me? He was talking about you!"
Hux brandished an exaggerated pout at Ben's misdemeanor. "I was."
Rey snatched her music from Ben.
"Unbelievable."