The market was surprisingly crowded, with merchants of all shapes and sizes promoting their wares in a wide array of stands and storefronts. The atmosphere was thick but not as oppressive as one might expect from such a tightly packed area. Carefully navigating the hoards of people; Finn, Rey, Poe, and BB-8 did their best surveying the numerous vendors. BB-8 stuck knowingly close to Poe's side, not completely underfoot, but just enough so that he didn't get separated.

The group would stop every now and then if one of them saw something that caught their fancy. There was just so much that this was a rather frequent occurrence, especially with two newbies. Poe was patient and the subdued smile on his face displayed just how much he actually enjoyed seeing the two having a good time. Of course, he too was also keeping a close eye on what was being sold. Much to his dismay, however, he really hadn't found quite what he was looking for.

Poe had participated in this event since joining the Resistance, he was fairly certain he had given a gift to everybody within his squad and immediate command. That is, except for Finn and Rey. The pilot knew the moment the others asked for his assistance that even though it was sort of breaking the rules, he wanted to do something for both of them. But what exactly could he give them? With a limited amount of credits and even more limited supplies, that didn't leave him with much wiggle room as far as coming up with something. Poe found himself with his foot in his mouth now that he actually had to get creative. Sure, put him in the cockpit of anything that flies and there's nothing he can't accomplish...

"Um, Poe, are you alright?"

Rey's voice was soft and yet cut through the hustle and bustle chatter going on around them. Poe's eyebrow raised, at first in confusion, but then realization. He'd spaced out for a moment. She was giving the pilot a concerned look, which melted into one of relief as the man gave a nod.

"Yeah, sorry, did you find something?" for right now it was probably best to keep his attention on taking care of the other two, he had more than enough time to find something and perhaps this way he could see if there was anything in particular the others took a liking to.

Both Rey and Finn had stopped just outside a rather dusty looking shop. It was near the end of the market so the number of shoppers had thinned out. One look suggested that it was one of those miscellaneous shops that sold everything from cookware to starship parts. Poe couldn't help but find his own curiosity piqued.

"Finn's already inside," she motioned to the large entrance, "are you sure you're alright?"

Walking up to the large, double doors, Poe motioned with his arms for Rey to enter first, "Honest, just got lost in thought." this worked for the time being. Rey gave a curt nod before entering the shop with Poe just a step behind.

The shop's interior was packed from dusty floor to dusty ceiling with a very wide array of items. It had been just as the pilot suspected, there were pans of all sorts as well as what looked like dashboard parts from late model starships, and just about everything in between. Finn looked to be quite fixated on a display of blasters, most of which looked to be rather old and yet in pretty decent condition. Rey made her way over to his side and started to strike up a conversation.

Poe in the meantime continued to hang back and watch the two of them closely. He didn't immediately notice BB-8 rolling up to him until a few curious beeps reached his ears. Looking down at the droid, Poe's expression had changed. Resolute, determined, he knew what he wanted to do but he knew it was probably going to be a long shot. It was no secret that he dedicated his life to the Resistance, they were like family. But there was really only a handful of individuals Poe Dameron really considered close family.

BB-8 beeped again, to which Poe nodded to himself, his decision was made. The dark-haired pilot walked past his round companion and went straight for the counter near the back of the shop. The owner of the establishment, a grey-skinned alien that stood a good two feet taller than him, who's small, round head just barely grazed the ceiling. The alien lifted its long, spindling arms in a welcoming gesture, pitch black and almond-shaped eyes squinting in what could be called a smile; however, there was no mouth.

"Welcome kind sir," there was indeed a voice, "how can I, Fortles Stitch, assist you today?"

It only took Poe a moment to realize he was hearing the alien's voice in his mind. He'd come across a few species that could communicate in this fashion so it didn't throw him off to much. Instead, he raised his own arms in an equally welcoming manner and smiled back, "Thank you, I'm in the market for some very specific items..." Poe spoke out loud, though suddenly fell silent. Or so it would seem to those standing in close proximity.

The willowy being nodded slowly and rubbed its chin methodically. The two were very clearly still holding a conversation, the only indication that it had concluded was when Poe held out his hand and the alien shook it, "the pleasure is all mine, and don't forget, I need them by this time tomorrow, can I count on you?"

"Of course Poe Dameron, my customer satisfaction is the best."

A charming yet crooked smile only spread further on the human's face, "Wonderful." good luck had been on his side that day, the owner had or at least could easily acquire what he needed and was even willing to give him a reasonable discount. It was true that Poe had his fair share of enemies, but in places like this, he also apparently had his fair share of fans as well.

By now, Rey and Finn had taken their rounds of the shop. BB-8 had decided to stick alongside Rey since Poe had been pre-occupied. The young Jedi was now fixated on various starship parts, she recognized a wide selection of them but also cast a curious and fascinated eye on the ones she did not. Still mulling over what sort of gift she wanted to get and who to give it to, Rey considered her choices. There was BB-8 who was kind of her first friend, but what exactly does one get an astromech? There was Finn, but he was also a bit of a challenge considering he really didn't talk much about himself outside of what was connected to the First Order. Leia and Chewbacca had come to mind as well, and so had Poe. Not really knowing any of the other Resistance members, her options were limited but also called for further scrutiny.

Finn also found himself in a similar predicament as Rey. The only real difference being that he was trying to decide between Rey and Poe. The rules of the exchange were to get someone a gift, but what if he couldn't decide? Was it acceptable to get more than one gift? Perhaps he would just do that. It would at the very least solve one problem. He wanted to get Rey something nice; however, what that meant he hadn't quite settled on yet. He wasn't exactly skilled at making anything creative. Poe had mentioned that a gift could be something the other person needed. What did Rey need? What about Poe?

The small group of friends spent another hour or so mostly window shopping before deciding to head back to the Falcon. Finn and Rey hadn't picked anything up yet, which Poe assured them they had more than enough time to come up with something. They weren't leaving the planet right away, barring they didn't run into any trouble. Besides, it was a good introduction for the two into the world of gift giving so all in all, the day felt like a success. The walk back to the ship was slow yet casual. Much of the misty fog from earlier had settled closer to the ground, which made visibility easier but not without its trips.

Once back on board, Poe was going to return to his quarters when Finn asked to tag along. Rey had excused herself and was joined by BB-8. The two men made their way down the narrow corridors, at first in silence, until Poe decided to break it, "What's on your min-"

"What kind of gift do you want?"

Finn's interruption caught the pilot slightly off guard, though perhaps it shouldn't have? Part of him had just figured the other would get Rey something, and perhaps he still intended to. Having been shadowing the pair the entire time, Poe had noticed that the former stormtrooper had been eyeing a rather wide variety of items. A lopsided smile tugged at his lips as he gave the other a firm pat on the back.

"I uh...I dunno buddy," the two took a right and stopped just outside where Poe was bunked, "That's probably not the answer you were looking for though, huh?" entering the storage space, both stopped when something out of place caught both of their eyes. Wrapped neatly in what looked to be a repurposed cleaning towel, was a gift. It was situated in such a manner that it would not go unnoticed. Poe looked genuinely taken further aback but still curious about it; however, Finn's expression had settled somewhere between curious and suspicious.

Before he could voice his wariness, Poe was already picking up the mysterious gift with a wide grin, "Actually, this is perfect," he chimed, "Perhaps this will give you a helpful idea," before pulling it apart, he added, "I will say this, when it comes to gifts, I always use them at least once. I know how much hard work goes into picking something out for someone else is." With that, his fingers went to work unwrapping the gift. This could be a teachable moment for his ex-stormtrooper friend. Just from touch alone, Poe had gathered it was something light and soft.

"Oh..."

As the repurposed wrappings fell away, both men were greeted by a very bold color. But it wasn't the color that had the pilot turning a deep shade of red right across his cheeks and ears.

"Um...is that, really something you'd be interested in?" Finn asked in a hushed voice as Poe held up a pair of soft, yet durable and breathable, pink underwear.

"You know what, it's really not...but," he was tasting his foot right about then, "a gift is a gift, and I'm sure whoever left this here, felt it would be perfect for me." the look on his face was saying otherwise, but it was tradition...