Baze scowls at his friend, an expression no one at the table can see. Chirrut will pay for that. Oh, yes. Baze doesn't know how, and he doesn't know when, but Chirrut will definitely pay.

The large Guardian stands from his seat. "Well, since I've been so nominated, I'd better go check on what animal our girls have brought inside."

He excuses himself from the table, and heads to the stairs, heedless if the rest of them follow.