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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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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."

"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.

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

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

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

"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.

"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?"

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."

"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."

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.

"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."

"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.

"She is. She hunts for her own nourishment. And knows how to use all parts of the animal."

He chuckles, a deep rumbling laugh. "Not all the parts are worth eating, unless you mean she feeds the bad bits to varren."

"Oh, of course not all parts are eaten. But she uses some parts in jewelry. Or for sewing."

"What is a varren?"

"Pack hunters, scavengers, good pets and good eating," Grunt sums it up. "They'll eat just about anything."

"We must not have the species on my planet." Dru assumes.

Another rumbling laugh. "For your sake, I'd hope not. Once you get an infestation, you never get rid of 'em."

"Are there lots of them on your planet?"

"Oh yeah, loads of 'em." He throws his arms out wide, indicating lots and lots of... whatever. "Anything's got to be tough to survive on Tuchanka. That's why the krogan have stayed."

"Is that the name of your species? Krogan?"

He was already towering over her, but now he draws himself up even straighter, proud of what he is. "Damn right it is."

"Can you tell me about the Krogan?" Sure Dru, give him more of an excuse to brag a little.

"Tough old warriors. Dangerous enough that the Council hobbled us with the damn genophage. The krogan are a shadow of what they once were. I was bred to show what we could be again." And that is something he's far more proud of than simple species bonds.

"I hope you do well with that."

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