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[iamkrogan]

It's a beautiful day in the Nexus, and what better time for a young krogan to be out exploring? Is he looking for weapons, tasty snacks, or possibly just classic Earth literature? Who can say?

Whatever the case, Grunt doesn't seem to be finding it, but it doesn't seem to matter much. He stops and sniffs at the air, curious about the new sights, sounds, and smells here. "What is that?" he asks no one in particular, his voice deep and booming.

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[onemorebounty]

*The human-looking woman pauses in her stride at the question; it's always pleasant for her, at least initially, when someone outside the humanoid mold comes to the Nexus. It reminds her of the variety of home. She sniffs and considers before answering.*

You'll need to be a little more specific. Where you're standing, it could be literally anything.

[iamkrogan]

Humans still mostly look the same to Grunt, but he's fairly certain he hasn't met this one before. "That smell," he clarifies. "It's kind of... sweet, maybe. Probably something organic."

[onemorebounty]

*She gives a thoughtful sniff.*

Hmm. Organic and sweet... I don't have the sinuses to be truly discerning, but you might be catching a whiff of the grillons cabine at the Stellar Harp.

[iamkrogan]

Those are certainly a bunch of words he doesn't know. "What's that? Is it some kinda food?"

[onemorebounty]

Food, yes. Grillons cabine are small insects, skewered, roasted, and dusted with sweet powder. The Stellar Harp is a place that prepares and sells food. It's not far.

[iamkrogan]

Consider him officially interested. "Haha!" he booms. "Now that sounds more appetizing than half the stuff I've seen you humans eat. I hope they take credits."

[onemorebounty]

If I were human, I might take offense at that.

*If the krogan can read humanoid expressions, she's got a wry smirk going, so she probably isn't that offended.*

I was just on my way there, if you'd care to join me? They take my credits, so I'd imagine they can take yours.

[iamkrogan]

He looks at her with beady reptilian eyes, a bit skeptical of her claim that she isn't human. But then again, it's not like humans are that distinct-looking, he supposes. So perhaps she's right.

"Love to. I could always go for a good meal."

[onemorebounty]

*She indicates the direction with a tilt of her head, turning and setting a brisk pace. As promised, the walk isn't far--a block or two--to a sidewalk cafe whose sign is a harp that seems to have caught stars among its strings, like a very musical (and orderly) spiderweb. Horned, goat-legged humanoids move among the tables, taking orders or presenting them, and the blond woman seems well-enough known there that one waves a greeting to her. As the tables and chairs there weren't designed with krogans in mind, however, they might be better off ordering something to go from the counter inside. This time of day, there isn't much of a line, though there is always a little bit, at least.*

[iamkrogan]

Grunt's armored footsteps certainly aren't stealthy as he tromps along in her wake, looking this way and that as they pass by other interesting sights. He's not familiar with the weird bipeds that seem to be the waitstaff here, though he doesn't really stare either.

He lifts his head and inhales. "Yeah, definitely what I smelled."

[onemorebounty]

*Mentally weighing the options, Samus joins the line for the counter.*

Are you going to take a stab at sight-reading the menu, or are you open to suggestions?

[iamkrogan]

Grunt waves a three-fingered hand at the menu. "I don't know what half of this stuff is. Just... no ramen. That crap's disgusting."

[onemorebounty]

No ramen.

*She nods, weighing that in her consideration of what to order.*

Is it the saltiness you object to, the carbohydrates, that it's a soup...?

[quiet_librarian]

A young woman takes interest in Grunt's loud, booming question. Right now, due to a recent LOL, Drusilla is dressed in a brown, spring-friendly dress, and is being followed by a few Nexus animals.

"You might be smelling cookies. There was a nice lady here, just a few hours ago, who was giving out a selection of baking."

[iamkrogan]

"Cookies?" Grunt doesn't recognize the word, but it sounds like an Earth thing. He can't quite frown, but the corners of his wide mouth turn down a little.

[quiet_librarian]

"It is a type of food." Dru gently explains.

[iamkrogan]

"Is it made out of meat?" he asks bluntly, smirking a little.

[quiet_librarian]

"No. But there are other desserts that are."

[iamkrogan]

"Huh. Thought you humans just like sweet stuff at the end of a meal. That's all I ever see served on the ship anyway." Grunt doesn't expect any of his shipmates to conform to his tastes though. Not their fault they need to coddle their digestive systems.

[quiet_librarian]

"There are those who enjoy a good Foie gras, duck liver, to end their meal. And many who enjoying combining bacon with maple."

"My grandmother often made meat pies as a midnight treat."

"Have you been on your ship for a long time?"

[iamkrogan]

He has a hard time not salivating at the idea of liver of anything to end a meal. Mmmm. And meat pie, what an idea!

He shrugs his massive armored shoulders. "Nah. Couple weeks."

[quiet_librarian]

"If you wanted, I could get you a dozen meat pies before you have to return."

One of the Nexus animals near Dru gives a protesting squeak. She smiles down at it. "No. Not from any of you."

[iamkrogan]

He's not even pretending he's not interested. "Bet you want something for it, right?" Humans rarely do anything for free, not that he blames them.

[quiet_librarian]

"No. I am not expecting anything in return."

Dru truly just wants to help. She was raised that way.

"Mother could get a fresh kill."

[iamkrogan]

"Fresh, huh? She a hunter?" Humans don't tend to make very good hunters compared to his people, but then they've never had to be. And besides, he's rather impressed with their military capability. If they could reproduce as fast as krogan once did, the galaxy would've belonged to them a long time ago.