Perhaps surprisingly, Poe actually knew what he was doing as far as starting a fire. Fire in a fireplace was different than a campfire, a little, and he knew how to do either. With a Pathfinder for a father, it would have been difficult for him not to know how to set a campfire properly, at least.
When BB-8 moved in to help, Poe said something quiet to the droid, gesturing towards the bag of supplies, which sent the little astromech off digging through it, coming up with a carefully secured package of koyo fruit, which it then trundled off into the kitchen with, apparently asking for a dish for them.
With the fire started, Poe finally peeled out of his jacket, leaving it hanging on the back of a chair, and while he was still reeling a little, his thoughts were no longer running around each other in circles. He was no closer to knowing what had happened, but he wasn't quite as overwhelmed by it.
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When BB-8 moved in to help, Poe said something quiet to the droid, gesturing towards the bag of supplies, which sent the little astromech off digging through it, coming up with a carefully secured package of koyo fruit, which it then trundled off into the kitchen with, apparently asking for a dish for them.
With the fire started, Poe finally peeled out of his jacket, leaving it hanging on the back of a chair, and while he was still reeling a little, his thoughts were no longer running around each other in circles. He was no closer to knowing what had happened, but he wasn't quite as overwhelmed by it.