[ The more Garrus talks, the more intelligent the beast sounds, and the more Noh-Varr wants to tell him to stop talking. He focuses instead on pouring the syrup onto its respective stack, cooling the pancakes. He's actually pretty frugal with it: he likes a lot, but he doesn't want to overwhelm Garrus' palate. ]
I sincerely hope you're wrong.
[ Is that rude to say? It might be. He'd rather put off the time of Hard Decisions, himself, not for his own sake but because of what he imagines--what he knows--would happen to the crew at this juncture if a sentient species were discovered here.
Taking the fork, Noh-Varr spears a bite off his own plate and tests it. He's had time to 'perfect' his method in his own rover, and the results, while not as good as what you'd get from a pan, are respectable. He offers Garrus his own plate. ]
Here. Try.
[ He tries not to look hopeful. Or eager. From what Garrus told him about Palaven's cuisine, and his own tiny sampling of it, Noh-Varr can only deduce he'll find it very sweet, possibly too much. ]
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I sincerely hope you're wrong.
[ Is that rude to say? It might be. He'd rather put off the time of Hard Decisions, himself, not for his own sake but because of what he imagines--what he knows--would happen to the crew at this juncture if a sentient species were discovered here.
Taking the fork, Noh-Varr spears a bite off his own plate and tests it. He's had time to 'perfect' his method in his own rover, and the results, while not as good as what you'd get from a pan, are respectable. He offers Garrus his own plate. ]
Here. Try.
[ He tries not to look hopeful. Or eager. From what Garrus told him about Palaven's cuisine, and his own tiny sampling of it, Noh-Varr can only deduce he'll find it very sweet, possibly too much. ]