Kanan was absolutely using the coffee as something of a palette cleanser before making a reach for the garlic, taking a piece of the smashed clove between his fingers and smelling that, too.

"It has a much more pleasant consistency than Anzati snot garlic," he intoned, with a faint grin. "I'll definitely give it that."

Going by the name, that wasn't hard to do. He popped the garlic into his mouth, too. Basically dooming himself to coffee and garlic breath for the rest of the evening.

"Huh. Not sure what I was expecting, but I can see why you'd cook with it."