Agatha Shepard: Mindior Origin.
In the bedroom upstairs.
"No, it's too mainstream for them."
"What's mainstream anymore?"
"What do you mean?"
"The extranet goes between all the races, with all the aliens. And we care for very different things so…"
"Nah, there is a mainstream."
"Oh? Is there? Tell me of something, anything, that interests humans, turians… even hanar!"
"Blasto."
"That so doesn't count!"
"Why?" She asked, holding in a bewildered laugh.
" 'Cause its Blasto!"
"Oh, shut up already. There is a mainstream."
"You don't know that!"
"Oh, and who knows?" She challenged, leaning forward into the bed.
Both sisters' eyes widened simultaneously, they knew exactly who would know.
"Gatha!"
"Agatha!"
In the kitchen.
"Your sisters are calling."
"Yes, they are."
"You don't wanna go see what's it about?"
"As much as I love them, mom, I have a feeling it'll be a waste of my time." She flipped the page of her book.