Kanan stays standing until the table is situated as Hera likes it, and she's well-settled. Then he puts down his own mug and plate, tilts his chair just a fraction more out into the flow of traffic than Hera's, and sits himself down.

"No, you're right, it is more shadowed back here."

That's something.

"I can almost see the food I'm about to eat."

He tries to keep his voice down, just in case anyone in the vicinity has a fierce loyalty to this place and its decorating choices. (Stranger things have happened.)