<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Krogan<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Scout/Assassin<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>20th December 2174 CE, Late Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Krogan Combat Armour<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Late Night Munchies<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jay<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Drack chuckled at Jay’s reaction, “I’ve got two of them, and a granddaughter from my eldest.”<br/>The desire to show pictures of his children warred with wanting to make a crepe for himself, and of course, his daughters won out.  Bringing up his omni-tool, he displayed their pictures for the asari to see.<br/>“This is Aleena, she’s my eldest and calling her an expert scientist would be an understatement.  Kasha here is her daughter and she’s a pretty good singer, popular from what I’m told.  And then we have Miani, my youngest daughter, and she’s in the asari military as a commando.  I think you’d get along with them, especially Kasha and Miani.”<br/>He spoke of them proudly, with the sort of energy normally reserved for glorious war stories or great achievements.  It was clear that the old krogan could talk about them all day, but he managed to hold himself back this time around.<br/><br/>Making his way back to the griddle, he grinned when he heard Jay compliment his crepes.  He poured some more batter onto the flattop and began to make another one.<br/>“Well, if you want more, I can make more, so don’t hold back,” Drack replied.  “I started making these since Aleena was no taller than my knee, and have been making them since.  Know a few asari recipes, but this is her favourite.”<br/>While he liked to keep busy with work and exploring dangerous planets, inevitably there would be quiet periods where there wasn’t much to do.  Not wanting to spend it just sitting around drinking, he practiced his cooking, with particular focus on crepes.  There was a lot of time for practice in the four centuries since he first started.<br/>“Maybe when I get too old to shoot a gun, I’ll open up a stall somewhere like Illium or the Citadel.”<br/><br/>Once he was done with making the thin pancake, he put it aside on another plate and started to work on another one, opting to finish using up all of the batter first before assembling a crepe for himself.<br/>“To be honest Jay, I can guess what’s on your mind, but it’d be better to hear it from you than to keep making guesses,” Drack said as gently as a krogan could.  He wasn’t exactly known for being delicate, some things just couldn’t be changed no matter what, but he knew when he should at least try to soften his usual approach to things.  Reetix had taken a toll on the girl, and while it was perfectly normal for a krogan to drink himself into stupor after a perfectly hard mission, he had a feeling it wouldn’t do Jay any real good in the long term.<br/>“Give it a shot,” he encouraged, “maybe you’ll be surprised by what happens.  I bet you didn’t walk in here expecting a krogan to be able to cook something so good right?  Maybe what you need is an old krogan’s ear.”