Discretion being the better part of valor, Kanan takes a sip of the water, swishes it around his mouth, and tries to subtly spit it back into his initial drinking glass. Then he actually takes a real drink, swallowing heavily.

"Yeah," he says wryly, after that. "I know you don't, and there's a lot of stuff that's weird there. But . . . people don't really expect me to, so I kind of . . . want to."

He scrubs his hand through her hair, momentarily almost grateful for the mask that hides the bulk of his face from her, despite knowing that she'll read him anyway. They know each other so well by now.

"And, uh. I just want to know what the things you enjoy taste like."

So. Yeah. Weird or not, he's gonna try it.