"Maybe next year," Kanan called back, and you had better believe he was making a mental note.

... Maybe not life-sized. Or maybe the Phantom instead.

He made his way back out from the kitchen with the package from the chocolatier in his hand, at any rate. A selection of chocolate bars, individually wrapped. And cocoa, with the directions for making it written neatly down in Aurebesh- transcribing it was a slightly more personal touch that he really couldn't resist.

"Dessert." A pause. "To last a while."

It wasn't going to be sweet. Not even really a little bit. sharply bitter and with a burning kick of spice to go with it, on the other hand?

He was never going to admit in a million years that he'd made himself sick making sure it was perfect for her.

He was also never eating chocolate again, dammit.