Considering Kanan and Hera were still nothing even resembling 'official,' he was already having much the same anxiety problem over chocolate.
"Thank you," he replied, nodding the tiniest bit as he reached for the mug and regarded its contents. Smelled it experimentally. "Well, it smells great," he offered. And then he took a mouthful. The bitterness hit him first, almost immediately, and he mostly just nodded his way through it. That would be good; a strong bitter flavor was generally a win all on its own. And then the spice started to kick in, and he closed his eyes and pulled in a slow breath, just kind of steeling himself against it for a moment.
... It was not an exceptionally long moment. It was followed by an exhale, and then Kanan was opening his eyes and reaching for the milk.
"Yeah," he said, maybe a little weakly after a good mouthful of it. "She'll love this."
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"Thank you," he replied, nodding the tiniest bit as he reached for the mug and regarded its contents. Smelled it experimentally. "Well, it smells great," he offered. And then he took a mouthful. The bitterness hit him first, almost immediately, and he mostly just nodded his way through it. That would be good; a strong bitter flavor was generally a win all on its own. And then the spice started to kick in, and he closed his eyes and pulled in a slow breath, just kind of steeling himself against it for a moment.
... It was not an exceptionally long moment. It was followed by an exhale, and then Kanan was opening his eyes and reaching for the milk.
"Yeah," he said, maybe a little weakly after a good mouthful of it. "She'll love this."