Ezra walks into Sabines room, dumbfounded. "Sabine, Kanan just used an Australian accent on me."

Sabine looks up, confused. "That's funny, Kanan just used a Scottish accent on me."

"He used an Italian accent on me!" Zeb had wandered in. They all look at each other, and run to the cockpit door. There they eavesdrop outside it. They can hear Kanan's voice inside. "We should do this again sometime. The kids don't suspect a bloody thing. Ezra turns to Sabine and Zeb. "See! An Australian accent!"

"That's Scottish!"

"No it's Italian!"

Kanan's voice makes them jump.  "Actually mate, it's British!" At the kids blank stares he sighs. In his British accent he says: "I'm using a British accent to confuse all of you!"

"Brit-ish?" Ezra shares a glance with Sabine. She shrugs. Zeb let's out a small grewl. Hera snickers. "What was that?"

Zeb's ears flatten on his head. "Nothing!"

Kanan laughs, a British laugh. Ezra glares at him. "Alright then, is this your real accent, or, are you messing with us?"

Kanan smirks, "What do ya' think, mate?"

Sabine glares at him, right with Ezra. "The bloody-"

"Sabine!"

"Sorry."

Ezra puts a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry mate!"

"Ezra Bridger, don't you DARE use an accent on me!"

Zeb snorts, and whispers to Kanan and Hera: "Sabezra."

Hera manages to hide her smile, but Kanan is less fortunate. He bursts out laughing, receiving a glare from Ezra and Sabine.

"Kanan Jarrus. If you value your life, then you should shut up!"

"Sorry!"

"Still with the accent, huh."

Kanan winks, "It won' go!" Behind him, Chopper bweeps, and pokes Ezra in the face. Zeb is confused. "What is the rust bucket saying!?" Hera smiles. "He's a Sabezra Shipper."

Sabine sighs. Then grabbing Ezra by the front of his shirt, she drags him into her room.

"Whee!"

"Huh. At least they figured it out mate!"

"Will you bloody stop!"

"Zeb, that sounded more like a statement instead of a question."

"Shut the bloody H-"

"GARAZEB ORRELIOUS!" Hera glares at the two quarreling men. "Both of you: SHUT UP!"

"Sorry."

"Sorry mate."

"Caleb Dume!"

"Sorry Love!"

Hera smiles at him calling her "Love" 

"No more accent."

"Bollards. Fine."

Hera sighs.

End of clip #6