Loth-kitten
“Four of us. You can include Chopper, officially, in your list of those ‘in the know.’”
“Wait… Chopper already knows?!”
Ezra laughs hoarsely, the sound edging dangerously near a giggle. “Chopper knew before anyone else did, Kanan! He figured it out awhile ago apparently, and only told me that he did know when the two of us went shopping together in town at the market yesterday morning. The karking sadist literally dropped that truth bomb on me as I was stepping off a curb and made me go ass over elbows.”
“Chopper *knew?!*” Kanan emphasizes dangerously.
Ezra side-eyes him, his voice going fauxly unconcerned. “Ehhh…It’s technically probably more honest to say that he strongly *suspected* that I was outside of my own timeline. He asked me for confirmation of his nearly ninety-five point something or other percent probable suspicion, which I confirmed by landing pretty much on my face.”
Kanan bares his teeth. “The next time that I see him, I swear to Force that over-paid useless Databank is dead!”
Ezra half laughs, half shudders at the nickname, squeezing Kanan’s closer forearm. “Oh come on Master – to be fair, he did help you all corral me soon after, after a couple hours of alcohol-assisted interrogation. Granted I bought the tongue loosener in question all on my own. Which come to think of it is probably the real reason he decide to drive me out there. Though admittedly yes, he probably didn’t want me driving under the influence.”
“Dead.” Kanan growls out. “Dead, buried and then he goes to HERA.”