"I've been eating Republic rations for months," Caleb said easily. "You could probably scrape something off the backside of a bantha and I'd be thrilled with it right now."

He reached for the bag of dog food, gave it a little shake, and was almost immediately tackled by an enthusiastic pup all over again. At least this time, it earned a laugh.

"C'mon, buddy, I can't pour this if I can't get to your bowl."