Tarfin the Talxu simply never lost its touch Liara thought with a small laugh. While she was still a bigger fan of the books than the movie, she'd been delighted that an animation from her home world was included in that evening's particularly childish theme. As calamity continued to follow Tarfin around on the screen, Liara leaned back and quietly watched the audience experiencing his constant misfortune and clever solutions for the first time. It seemed universal that the slapstick would be funny, but she hadn't expected them to enjoy it so much. But she supposed that was due in part to her own conceptions, and her crew mate's view on her mother. Benezia had always read Tarfin the Talxu to her at night, her voice lowering to a ridiculous level as she imitated his gruff grunting and flared her biotics as Tarfin would. Honestly, Liara wished she had a recording of her mother reading the stories as it was ten times as funny as the animated feature, and not just because it was her mother being silly. Well, not entirely because of that. Liara gave a small smile as the room burst into laughter at Tarfin quickly cobbling back together a child's toy, much to the confused mother's relief. When her mother did it, it was with whatever was at hand, once she sculpted a small bird out of Liara's mash at dinner and then quickly pretended she had no idea how that had happened thanking the cook for her kind thought towards her daughter. Liara finally laughed a little too.
