"I smell caf," Kanan announced, kind of oozing his way into the kitchen. He'd just gotten back from a short walk with Stance, who was now wearing several brightly-colored beaded necklaces, and there were a few welts on his skin from the falling things that he was dead-set on ignoring. They didn't stand out all that much from the bruising of last week, anyway. "I hope you made enough to share."

He'd cope if she didn't, but it needed to be said.