[ It's hard not to notice the trigger word, when it creates such a sharp, remarkable reaction in Hinata. Noh-Varr's eyes slide sideways towards the other recruit, but his head doesn't fully follow the movement, perhaps to preserve the desire for normalcy. Noh-Varr is willing to act like nothing happened. ]
Probably because Garrus and I were friends, and both of us were her friends--maybe two of the only aliens she knew on the ship. [ He shrugs gently, unassuming. ] I do like him. He's loyal, dedicated, competent. Noble, you could say.
[ His voice takes on a wistful quality as he speaks, though he doesn't bother expanding on the sentiment. It's now that his face slides to Hinata. ]
Did you know he'd never had pancakes before coming here? Horrible oversight. I had to order some Turian-appropriate flour mix from the shopping channel just to get him to try.
[small (big) blessings. easing his way back into the normalcy, head and eyes cast low, mind focused on the expansion and contraction of his lungs with every breath. split his thoughts when Noh-Varr continued, though he realized he'd missed something when the first words he caught was aliens she knew on the ship.]
[a blink.]
[Garrus and Noh-Varr were close friends, huh. the thought comes quick and passes even faster into something warmer. the people left behind, huh. the pancake story startles a huff of a laugh out of him, amusement bubbling up despite himself.]
How'd they taste? [-- he means,] You shared them, right? You must've tried a bite.
[ 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.
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Probably because Garrus and I were friends, and both of us were her friends--maybe two of the only aliens she knew on the ship. [ He shrugs gently, unassuming. ] I do like him. He's loyal, dedicated, competent. Noble, you could say.
[ His voice takes on a wistful quality as he speaks, though he doesn't bother expanding on the sentiment. It's now that his face slides to Hinata. ]
Did you know he'd never had pancakes before coming here? Horrible oversight. I had to order some Turian-appropriate flour mix from the shopping channel just to get him to try.
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[a blink.]
[Garrus and Noh-Varr were close friends, huh. the thought comes quick and passes even faster into something warmer. the people left behind, huh. the pancake story startles a huff of a laugh out of him, amusement bubbling up despite himself.]
How'd they taste? [-- he means,] You shared them, right? You must've tried a bite.
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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.