[ He recalls the memory exactly; it's a very pleasant one from Ajna. Good food in good company; the actual dough of the pancakes in the few bites he'd stolen from Garrus' plate had tasted slightly more floury, the 'maple' syrup some kind of obviously alien citrus that was close-but-not-quite-there. The sun that peeked into the rover through the tiny windows, and lit up the rims of their plates. Trying to make pancakes in Garrus' tiny wall oven. ]

I'm not entirely sure how Garrus's allergy works, I'm not a biologist, but the 'maple syrup' I ordered for him was some alien knock-off, presumably safe for him to consume. The pancakes were slightly more dense than mine.

[ He grins. ]

But I made them, so of course they were excellent. Pancakes are my favorite Earth food.