"Oh?" Finn leans over the bowl of icing, which is a violent and frankly terrifying shade of purplish-green. "Then, uh, what color is it supposed to be?"

Poe sighs and points to the back of the packet, which shows a brilliant sky blue.

"Oh." Finn winces. "Well, I'm sure it'll taste great? But uh. Maybe don't quit piloting just yet."

"Gee, thanks."