Kanan chuckled at that, pulling up a chair and then glancing sidelong at Stance, who had parked himself beside him, looking up at him hopefully. Without even thinking he tore off half of the cake part - figured the icing was probably not great for him and kept all of that glorius buttercream for himself - and tossed it over to him.

Stance seemed to approve very much. Either because he liked cake in particular or eating in general, Kanan couldn't begin to wager a guess as to which.

"Definitely a confession, then," he decided. "Still, if it's bad enough to warrant teasing, a little more moderation might not hurt."

Moderation seemed like a Jedi thing he ought to be embracing anyway.