[Waving a knife around is about as subtle as Garrus has ever been in his life. Garrus nods, slipping the knife back in its place. Honey then. Though thoughts on that get derailed by him trying to figure out what on Palaven a Pumpkin King is.

A few seconds stretch by before Garrus shakes his head.]

You lost me at pumpkin king. Not that it's necessarily crucial.

[Ghost, if he had to guess. Pumpkins were food, Blue distributed supplies, and king indicated rank.]

What do you need of me? Or rather, what angles don't you have covered yet that you need someone to poke their fringe in?