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[notallofus]

The sound of crates clattering from a neat stack into a haphazard pile resounds from the cargo bay, followed shortly after by contentious voices -- and bleeps -- raised in a chorus of 'he did it'.

Kanan rests his face in his hand for a moment, eyes closed.

"Do you think they'll clean it up, or are they going to pretend we couldn't hear them and have no idea who could have made the mess?"

They can get back to mission planning in a minute, and should. But --

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[notallofus]

"You do that," he says quietly.

Then he winces at the sound of a body -- probably Ezra's -- colliding heavily with the wall.

"Enough with the roughhousing, you two!"

The look he gives is accompanied by a very crooked smile.

"Guess that's a sign, huh?"

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Hera nods, with her own half smile. "Come on."

She rises from the cot, glancing back at him as she walks across the cabin, and then opens the doors.

"All right," she calls, stepping out and unconsciously putting a hand on her hip. "What did you three do to my cargo bay?"

[notallofus]

"And whatever it is," Kanan says, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Hera, "guess who's going to be putting it back the way it was before anyone gets to use the galley?"

They get three guesses, and the first two most definitely do not count.