The feather, of course, wasn't Kanan's doing. The dog that was tailing behind Kanan on his way to the kitchen to put on hot water for tea absolutely was, waggling tail and all. Of course, Stance only tailed Kanan long enough for him to bend down and give him an affectionate ruffle behind the ears, and then trotted over to make himself comfortable on the couch beside Peter, tongue lolling out as he did so.

A few minutes later, Kanan emerged from the kitchen with two cups of tea, a plastic container with sugar in it, a small carton of milk, and some spoons, all balanced with the sort of ease that would make most serving droids jealous.

"Didn't know what you wanted in it, so I just brought it all out."

He gave Stance a glance and a raised eyebrow, and then he just sighed and made himself comfortable on the end of the coffee table that wasn't now having tea and the fixings set out on top of it.

Pushover.