“Ezra… Let’s talk about this later. I want you to enjoy your space waffles.”
Ezra’s face fell and he stared down at his space waffles, dejectedly. Kanan placed another plate of space waffles on the dejark table for himself and the pitcher of blue milk. “Ezra… I’m not going to say no.” He ruffled Ezra’s hair for good measure, hoping to bring back that smile to his face.
Ezra looked up at Kanan and grinned again before cutting into his space waffles with renewed gusto. “This is so weird. I’m sitting at the table like a person and using a knife and fork, Kanan!”
“Ah, Ezra, you are a person.”
“I know.” He took his first bite of waffle and made a face.
“No, the space waffles are fine. I’m just not used to it. The sweetness of the muja sauce is sweeter than I was imagining, I guess.” Ezra took another bite of space waffle. “It’s good, though. Really good.” Kanan reached over to the pitcher and poured them each a glass of blue milk. “I think what I missed the most about meal time was the ability to share a meal with others. I don’t think I’ve had a sit-down meal with someone else since… Since my parents were taken by the Empire.”
“How long has it been?”
“Um… I’m not exactly sure. They were arrested on my seventh birthday. It was Empire Day. I was born on the first one.” Ezra reached for his glass and took a long drink of blue milk. “Wow, that’s good.” He took another bite of his waffles, chewed and swallowed. “I don’t know the date of when I… transformed, but I know it was before the next Empire Day.”
Kanan took in a sharp breath and did some quick mental math. “Ezra…”
“Yeah, it was longer than I let you believe. I’m sorry. I just… I was afraid. Afraid that you’d think I was a lost cause, so I didn’t correct you. It was wrong of me.”
“I’m not mad. You didn’t know me, Ezra. We had just met and you were looking out for yourself. I get it.” Kanan took a sip from his glass, thinking. “When I was a kid, I was suddenly on my own one day, because of the Empire, and on the run. It was also on Empire Day. The first one.” He looked to Ezra and briefly put a hand on his shoulder. “I get it.” Ezra nodded. “Though, if you’re going to be my padawan, you can’t keep things from me. This isn’t for my benefit, either. It’s for yours. I need to know what’s going on with you, so I can guide you.”
“Okay.” Ezra took another bite of his space waffles, savoring the taste. He could tell that Kanan wasn’t lying. He really would have his back and it would be safe to allow himself to relax and rely on him. This was yet another happy first in a long time. He looked up again at Kanan and smiled genuinely. “I trust you… Master.”