What Kantos likes best about morning briefings with the Jeddak is that the day's just starting: morning muster completed, the sun not an hour in the sky yet, the shape of the day ahead starting to unfold. Usually he can tell by this time whether it's going to be a good one, in which case who better to share it with than his oldest friend -- or a turdstorm, in which case it's good to know that his Jeddak has his back, and that she knows he's got hers.

... Okay, the other thing Kantos likes best about morning briefings is that Dejah has a really excellent cook.

"Fair morning, my Jeddak," he calls out from the doorway, already on his way in.