[Bryn eats more ice cream, humming to herself as she nods with each of his answers. It falls in line with most of what she's heard from her Asarian contacts. Physical appearance isn't imbuing someone with the gifts that race or magical creature would have.]

At some point we need to get into some trouble together. Animal shenanigans or illusions tricks or something. When we're not busy eating ice cream and gifting chickens, apparently.