Kanan was going to thank Miguel profusely for warning him about the lime, when they turned back.

"Okay, thanks," Caleb said, following along, and then starting to dish out each item into his fajita, though he was pausing to sample this and that before it went in. The shrimp was the meat for the whole thing, so they went in anyway. The sour cream wasn't bad, and the rice was... rice. He actually did know rice. The beans, too, though they weren't prepared in any way that he recognized. The peppers were interesting, and he reached for a little green one, holding it up and squinting at it curiously.

Don't do it, Caleb.