"You've got me there," Kanan says, taking a swallow of the good stuff.

"If my skin were less fleshy pink, maybe. That is really not a good lekku color."

He stops talking for a second, thumb rubbing up and down the side of his glass.

"Though, on second thought . . . it would be kind of nice to really share a language that nobody but us could speak, or really understand."

Wow, this alcohol sure is powerful stuff. Yeah. That.