Sabine wrinkles her nose at the smell coming from the galley, just foul enough that she knows she should investigate, in case it's a toxic leak or something corrosive.

Turns out, it is both toxic and corrosive; Zeb is sitting on the counter using a trowel to dig into the enormous tub of greenish fermented, curdled thala-siren frozen milk (and it's the disgusting imitation "lite" variety, not even the real thing -- Kanan bought it on sale and it's been in the freezer ever since).

"I'm taking one for the team," Zeb says with a grimace as the frozen slime drips from the trowel.