He looked exasperated, and she was about ready to let the topic drop and reluctantly go off on their separate ways when he finally relented. Sort of. But sort of was the best she could ask for from him most of the time, so she'd take it.

With a small grin, she told him, "You're not a bored toddler. You're a bored adult. Which is just as well, since I have no idea what to do with children." She'd had to grow up quickly, after all, and other than her parents, no one left children on Jakku, or at least not by the outpost where she'd made most of her living.

If you could call that living.

So she knew how to entertain herself with very little raw materials. Now it was just a matter of how to entertain herself and someone else, especially when he wasn't giving her any idea of what activities he actually liked.

"I want to talk," she remarked with a small shrug. "And get to know you better. And, of course, do as your sister asked me to do even if it involves enlisting Chewie's help to bodily drag you onto the Falcon. But then you'd hate me, and I don't want that. So talking will do, maybe over... breakfast? Did you have breakfast already?"