Bodhi wrinkles his nose at Sprinkles, shifting so he can bend his knees to hide his ankles away from teeth that haven't hesitated to nip at him in the past. It's a wonder he hasn't scarred, really. "We all know I'm the one with the best puppy dog eyes in this room," he says, "so it's no use for any of you to fight me on this. It's my best and only weapon, I'm not afraid to use it."

It hadn't been of much use on Scarif, of course, but it's worked a handful of times on a number of stingy people here in Darrow. Bodhi doesn't take advantage of that, necessarily, it just happens to be a nice little trick to have when he needs it.

As soon as Jyn leaves her bowl, Bodhi pushes himself off the couch and wanders into the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder as he does to find Jyn tasting the potatoes and Cassian's attention still on the laptop. With a satisfied smile, he dips a finger into the concoction Jyn had been stirring up and tastes it, humming approval she hasn't yet asked for, then takes another swipe of it. "This is good already, Jyn," he says, sucking the mix off his finger. "You're sure you need to bake it? Because it seems perfectly edible as is."