“Your turn,” mumbled Hera into his shoulder, so Kanan let Chopper drag him out of bed. He left the light off, of course; even before he’d lost his sight, he could have made his way from Hera’s quarters to the galley blindfolded — and at any rate, all he had to do was follow Chopper’s disgruntled mumbles and binary insults... not to mention the whispered accusations and ominous dripping noises coming from the kitchen.

“Now what did you do?” Kanan asked, and he didn’t need his sight or the Force to sense the guilty looks and pointed fingers deflecting blame as two voices protested in unison “He did it!”