“I heard there was a party. Don’t worry, I invited myself.”
Triss beamed, her green eyes roaming over the small batarian. “Ah, Varren. Watched the vid-logs, you’re the young batarian Iulius brought in. Yes, come in, we are having a welcoming party. Avoid the punch bowls, dextro and alcohol, both bad for developing brains.” The Salarian rambled, tugging Varren into the ship and then quickly down the stairs to the galley.
Immediately Varren grinned mischievously. They reached out to snag a bit of the whip cream on a finger. “Mine!” Of course, both hands went around their own drink. She could try a counter attack but they were ready for her.
“I can definitely have all of it if I try hard enough!”
Phinia applied a truly astonished look on her face as Varren snagged a dollop of her whipped cream, before she broke out into a laugh. Atrius was already shaking with laughter as he watched the exchange. He held the bowl purposefully out of reach simply so he could observe the exchange. “My you little thief! I shall have to be more careful around you.” Phinia teased.
Atrius shook his head and his mandibles flickered. “Try no’ t’a get too violent in t’is figh’ ye two. Don’ wan’ t’wind up wit whipped cream everywhere.” he warned, although it sounded as if he found the whole thing more amusing than deserving of a lecture.
Popping the whipped cream into their mouth, they giggled, hands wrapped around the glass still as they went to sip at the drink again. “I ain’t gonna fight, I know when to quit! You just gotta steal it and run, that way there’s no fighting. And I mean, I guess when she can’t get it back I don’t even gotta run, right?”
They eyed their own whipped cream before leaning forward to lick at it. “And now this is mine, I licked it so I claimed it.”
