#FreedomFalls – April 30, 2015

Pip nods at Shyva, idly playing with the top button on her shirt. "Yeah," she says. "I took it slow and steady. Then improvised a hangover cure. Bleh."

Shyva'Nahl can't help but giggle and glance at the button. She snaps out of it and smiles. "All g-good now though, I take it?" she asks, stroaking part of her shawl to try and calm herself. The nervous shakes are diminishing slowly.

Pip smirks. "Yeah, all better now," she chuckles. "Wasn't the first time, won't be the last."

Shyva'Nahl sits back a little, her foot gently stroking against Pip's shin. "One thing I'm n-not looking forward to about a-alcohol." she says with a light chuckle.

Pip giggles. "It always hits the first-timers the hardest," she remarks.

Shyva'Nahl puts her hand down on the table and smirks. "G-Guess that settles it. No d-drinking for me."

Shyva'Nahl can't help but laugh. Pip could probably see a waiter bringing them their meal. "S-So, why should I?"

Pip waves at the waiter and looks at Shyva with a mischievous grin. "Because drunken antics are always the best kind," she says. "Things can get a bit more... Lively."

Shyva'Nahl "G-got any examples?" she asks as the waiter puts their food down infront of them with a smile. "Oh! T-Thank you!"

Pip nods her thanks at the waiter. "None for polite conversation," she says with a chuckle.

Pip smiles and starts tucking into her kebab. She lets out an appreciative hum as she picks up her beer. "Not bad," she says.

Shyva'Nahl looks at the meat and shudders a little. "I'll n-never understand carnivores..." she mumbles. "We're all... I t-think the term humans use is v-vegan, on the fleet."

Pip blinks and puts down her beer. "Seriously?" She asks.

Shyva'Nahl nods. "W-we don't have room for livestock." she says. "Too high maintenance, so its just plant-matter and fruit for us."

Shyva'Nahl shakes her head. "Meat... would d-do funny things to my insides." she says. "m-my people haven't had meat in three-hundred years."

Pip sits back in her seat, plucking a strand of kebab. "Damn," she mutters.

Shyva'Nahl shrugs at Pip. "Well... I don't know any different. It keeps me healthy at least."

Pip chews on the kebab, then swallows a mouthful. "Sounds like you're all missin' out on lotsa protein," she says with a light chuckle.

Shyva'Nahl chuckles after taking another sip. "We use s-suppliments when protein crops are scarce." she says. "J-Just one of the many things I've f-found that others think are strange. L-Like our cybernetic augmentations."

Shyva'Nahl nods at Pip. "Mhm. Augmented to b-be a little tougher, mostly s-survivability stuff. A l-lot of people think they make us b-better miners and such, and I heard a lot of people think we're physically tougher than m-most humans because of them. I t-think turians have us beat though."

Shyva'Nahl takes a few more sips from her container. "A f-few." she says. "T-The standard ones b-boost our immune systems, but not by much. S-Some that increase our muscle and bone strength, some let us s-survive in a void for longer than most species, just in case we accidently get vented from our ships, things like that." she explains. "nothing t-too major though."

Pip blinks. "Not too major," she says. "That sounds like an understatement."

Shyva'Nahl strokes her upper arm, blushing a little. "A l-lot of people thinks it t-turns us into t-totally awesome s-super strength people, but r-really... we're just a little different with them in comparison. Not much."

Pip laughs, popping another chunk of meat into her mouth and chewing. "Y'know," she says after finishing her mouthful. "I never would've thought quarians are actually tougher than humans. You must have some badass soldiers."

Shyva'Nahl blinks and nods. "Our m-marines are pretty damn tough." she says. "E-Experts in ship-to-ship combat, I've been told. Defensive tactics too." she explains, taking another sip. "With their equipement, they're a force to be reckoned with."

Pip sips at her beer with a nod. "Cool," she says. "Very cool."

Shyva'Nahl giggles, looking a little bashful. "R-Really?" she asks. "Just k-kinda makes sense though, right?"

Shyva'Nahl nods slowly then taps her index fingers together. "D-did... did you ever t-think you'd end up d-dating a Quarian?" she asks.

Pip giggles. "Honestly? No," she admits. "I only ever considered dating someone of a different species once."

Shyva'Nahl tilts her head. "Oh y-yeah? Lemme guess.... T-Turian?"

Pip looks at Shyva. "No, a hanar," she deadpans.

Shyva'Nahl blinks... then blinks again. "A... h-hanar..." she mumbles.

Shyva'Nahl blinks in confusion. "Pip, a-are you okay?"

Pip creases with laughter. "I-I had you there," she says between fits of laughter.

Shyva'Nahl tilts her head, then realises the joke. She begins to giggle a little. "R-right..."

Pip calms down quickly. "Anyway, yeah, it was a turian lass."

Shyva'Nahl smiles, "Y-Yeah... w-we dextros know h-how to move it." she says with a little wiggle. "O-Or something to that effect. S-So, what do you think so far? Of d-dating a Quarian I mean."

Shyva'Nahl chuckles and nods, sitting back once more. The container looks drained. "W-Well, here's to the beginning of something beautiful, and I d-don't mean how you look tonight." she says.

Pip raises her beer in salute. "And, hopefully, to many a sleepless nights. If you catch my drift," she adds with a wink.

Shyva'Nahl tilts her head, then blinks in understanding. "Oh my..." she mumbles, then gives a little nod. "I think I do."

Pip chuckles, taking a swig of her beer. "There you have it, then," she laughs.

Shyva'Nahl chuckles before unplugging the container. "Mhm." she says. "T-That was delicious. I t-think that makes up f-for our little bet."

Pip chuckles, finishing off the last of her kebab. "Yes, I suppose it does," she says with a nod. She waves down a waiter and pulls out a credit chit in advance.

Shyva'Nahl smiles and takes out her own chit, seeing the waitor approach. "W-We should make bets a-against each other more o-often if it leads to dinner."

Pip reaches across and lowers Shyva's hand with the chit. "I got this," she says

Shyva'Nahl blinks and lowers her hand. "erm... a-are you sure?" she asks. "G-Getting them to do t-this for me is expensive..." she gestures to the container.

Pip laughs. "It's fine. I... Took out a 'loan'."

Shyva'Nahl blinks. "I s-see, b-busy girl." she says, sitting back again. "Well... I g-guess I'll need to repay you. I t-think I know how too."

Pip giggles as she pays for the meal.

Shyva'Nahl smiles and stands. "Y-You got plans for the night?" she asks, hooking her arm for Pip.