"I'm twitchy," Kanan replied, writing down her roder and sending it back to the kitchen, "and brushing it off as paranoia about the upcoming semester."

As he was wont to do.

"But I'm sure we could figure out some way of portal-proofing your apartment. If anybody out there should know what it takes to break a portal, it's the gnomes, right? They seem to be professionals at it."

Someone was still salty about the mynocks that kept him from getting home for a while there.