Fortunately for Malia, Lantar only recently learned what dogs actually even are, so the details of their behaviors are a bit lost on him!
He has, however, worked with bored Vorcha.
At her question, Lantar draws in air with through his teeth and exhales it with all the sense of long-sufferingness that someone who's had to field this question 500 times these past few weeks. There's a little bit of a pause before he answers though, filled with the rustle of paper as he nabs a notebook out of one of the drawers and flips through it.
"I'm a Turian," he says at last, ripping the recipe cheat sheet from the book and then moving to fetch the tape. "My species' motherworld is Palaven. We're dextro-amino based and we're obligate carnivores."
Falling silent again, he carefully tapes the edges of the sheet down, careful to make it parallel to the edge of the counter.
"Any other questions you want me to field while we're here?"
Still freaking weird that not everyone here knows what a Turian is considering he's lived here for all his life.
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He has, however, worked with bored Vorcha.
At her question, Lantar draws in air with through his teeth and exhales it with all the sense of long-sufferingness that someone who's had to field this question 500 times these past few weeks. There's a little bit of a pause before he answers though, filled with the rustle of paper as he nabs a notebook out of one of the drawers and flips through it.
"I'm a Turian," he says at last, ripping the recipe cheat sheet from the book and then moving to fetch the tape. "My species' motherworld is Palaven. We're dextro-amino based and we're obligate carnivores."
Falling silent again, he carefully tapes the edges of the sheet down, careful to make it parallel to the edge of the counter.
"Any other questions you want me to field while we're here?"
Still freaking weird that not everyone here knows what a Turian is considering he's lived here for all his life.
Probably.
Maybe.