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The Central Targeting Data Server, which I'm pretty sure does exactly what its name implies.

[ He keeps one eye on the oven. It is starting to smell good in here. ]

Even if you went all the way to the border, they probably wouldn't even let you into the sector without permission. [ He arches a brow that says, at the same time, 'don't drag me into your shenanigans' and 'if you go, I'm coming'. ]

They didn't issue a gag for the mission, but now that I've told you I feel personally responsible. [Is he exasperated? Amused? Both.] If you go, you'll take me with you, are we clear?

[ He's got a pretty clear idea that neither Ghost nor Mother will let him--any of them--go back there, but you never know. ]

[So. That's that. That's how the world will go, then. Some big machine, a target... Damn. But it's good to know. Useful. Important.]

I know I'd have to ask permission.

[Garrus holds up the arm with a cuff on it, trying to use his eyes to convey what he means. They're tracked. The CDC would know anyway, and he would prefer to not be executed for trespassing. Worse, he'd like to not lose his world for him being stupid.]

And yeah. If you wanna go and it gets approved, then you're in. I'd wanna take a few people. Something that's elusive and big means we'd wanna watch our backs.

[If it's not some sort of projection. Lack of tracks, no bodies after the fight... But he can't say anything for sure without going himself.]

[ It could be cryokinetic, or use particle manipulation as a camouflage method. It hadn't outright attacked any of them; its intent was clearly to frighten.

When Garrus raises the cuff, Noh-Varr shrugs and nods. Garrus doesn't strike him as the type to act on impulse or take lives for granted, but he is...boisterous, for a sniper. ]

I don't think its aim is to harm us--no one who encountered it was hurt. Rattled, perhaps, but unharmed. I agree to investigating it, though, if you can convince them to let you.

[ At that, the oven 'dings' pleasantly, and Noh-Varr is suddenly busy pulling out their meal. It smells good--it'll be even better with syrup, he knows.]

Can you give me the bottles?

[ He shouldn't feel so excited about such a mundane thing, but it's rare for Noh-Varr to want to share experiences with others. Humans find his unabashed love of their planet embarrassing. Garrus humors him, and he appreciates that. ]

Maybe it was scouting.

[As Garrus talks he's grabbing the bottles and then passing them over, sniffing curiously at the air. The scent's already on the sweet side, but maybe Garrus should have figured as much. They're called pancakes, after all, and humans and cake, well. It's always sweet. Very sweet.]

Getting a good idea of who we are and what we might be capable of. I mean, charging in right off the bat's never a good idea. Not like it stops everyone from doing it.

[But that upgrades the being's intelligence even more. Until he knows more, he can't make any real calls, and until he goes he can't know more. Flying blind is the worst. But in the middle of his frustration, Garrus remembers that they'll probably need something to eat with and so he's grabbing forks and offering one to Noh-Varr after the bottles are taken.]

The other animals attacked. This one just watched. Sounds like coordination, to me.

[ 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. ]

So do I.

[He's not offended, and it's probably best that they get off that topic anyway. They're going to be listened in on and he doesn't need to get the CDC paying even more attention to him.

A little tentatively, Garrus cuts a piece of the food, making sure some of the sauce is on it.]

Looks interesting. Smells it too.

[Time for the test. He takes the bite, mandibles flickering in amusement at the fact that yes, it is sweet, but then he's nodding.]

Huh. Yeah, that's good. Right on the edge of too sweet without going too far, you know?

[Cheerfully Garrus takes another bite, enjoying the dish. It's not often he gets to try something of Earth, or something that parallels a levo dish period. Few people can eat dextro and levo both without a reaction, and even fewer were chefs who wanted to bother translating dishes over.]

Thank you.

[ Pleased, Noh-Varr turns his head a little to hide his smile, which is probably one of the first true smiles he's made since coming here. He's happy to settle on the floor with his plate, basking in the smell and the heat from the oven as it disperses through the rover. Right now, this is good. ]

The rest of the syrup bottle is yours, if you want it--it's dextro, so I can't share it with anyone else. You can keep the mix box, too. [ Too bad Tali isn't around to share with anymore. More for Garrus. ] Did I tell you I tried some turian cooking from the shopping network?

[ It came in pretty standard vacuum-sealed packages, and it had been hot and flavourful, like masala. He'd enjoyed it. ]

[Garrus glances over at the bottle before nodding. He'll find something it works with. Probably more than one something, and any dextro supplies are good to have here.]

Appreciate it. But you hadn't told me you'd tried something.

[It's weird. It's just food, and yet having something of his people known to even one other person feels... good. The only other dextro is gone, no one else here has ever been to Palaven, and there's a weird sense of isolation there even when he's among friends. Garrus would not be surprised to find out that he's far from the only person feeling like this, but at the same time that doesn't help. Sure, there's just one Kree here, one drell, one asari, one of this and one of that. It doesn't give them actual common ground. Just a common lack.]

You like it? I mean, the shipped stuff isn't gonna be as good as you can get back home, but it's not bad.

[And it's better than nutri-paste like he gets sometimes on ships. Garrus simply has to defend the homeworld's cooking, even if he's not the best turian ever.]

It was good! Spicy, like you said, and very aromatic. I'd offer to show you Kree cooking, but take my word for it--it's as bad as I've told you.

[ Noh-Varr is, in fact, the worst Kree. For all his racial pride, he really has no interest in the finer points of Kree culture, not anymore. How could he, after seeing the wide worlds beyond? All of their food is basically nutri-paste. The Skrulls have better cooking than they do. ]

I decided to buy some off the shopping network--some Turian, some Alternian after Vriska told me about it. I liked the Turian better, but don't tell Vriska I said so.

[ Well, not necessarily after she'd told him. He'd been curious all on his own. The Alternian grubloaf had been fine. A functional food, without strong taste. The Turian dish he'd tried had struck him more as a properly-cooked, true meal. ] My digestive tract allows me to digest anything, so I might as well put it to good use. I like learning--you can tell a lot about a culture from its food.

[Yep, there's some blooming pride going on over in Garrus' corner. That's a part of him, and his food just got ranked over at least two cuisines. The pride shows in his stance, too, with his head cocked just a bit more to the side and mandibles flared just a little wider.]

Never had the chance to really taste a lot of other food. Quarian cooking is decent, but it tends to be more plant-based than meat, and, well. Doesn't do a lot for me.

[He jerks his chin toward Noh-Varr's plate, even though what they're eating definitely isn't turian.]

So what'd you learn from what you tried?

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