Ignis had expected as much, and the faint smirk on his face seemed to suggest that Shane was in for a treat. "Ebony," he explained, as he pushed his chair back enough to access the small mini-fridge under the desk where he kept his precious supply for his office to extract two slim, black cans, "is a brand of coffee from home. I have yet to find an similar beverage on this planet that can even begin to compare."

He handed one of the cans over the desk, picked out one of the pastries, and settled back in his chair again.

"As for helping, I'm afraid," he said, "I don't believe so. As it often is with these things, it is merely something we should keep a close eye on, to see if it's anything more than the usual Imperial annoyances..."