Is this something?
The Eos harvest festival. Not the first, maybe the second or third. It's a deliberate attempt to create a tradition, everyone knows, but they willingly take part.
The crew of the Tempest have a standing invitation. The responsibilities of the pathfinders are many, no one would takes offence if they didn't come. But today, they are here.
The crew sit together, enjoying a beverage that may not be entirely authorised.
Lexi sits with the other Asari, not a slight, just a pleasant opportunity to be amongst her own people.
Shepard turns to the others.
"You guy's don't mind if I step away?" She asks.
A knowing look between others.
"No, we don't mind." Ryder tells her in reply.
She approaches the Asari.
"May I ask for this dance, my lady T'Perro?"
Lexi looks briefly to the others. No one objects. If anything they are intrigued.
"You may, my lady Shepard." Replies Lexi.
It's an old tradition, filtered through multiple different cultures, over hundreds, even thousands of years. But the intent still remains.
And they step on to the dance floor.
There are many couples there tonight, some for the first time, others of many years standing. But they only have eyes for each other.
Ryder and the pathfinders look on. It's strictly against regulations ot course, but no one cares. Not tonight at least.
The Asari observe. A few knowing nods amongst them.
And they dance.
