It had taken an honest introspection and a meditation to make the decision. Despite the mistrust and fear, they had risen above and fallen into trust. Liara carefully considered what she could do to take this relationship to the next level. Would he like tea? Does he smoke? Gift basket, she had learned, had different customs and reasons for humans. Could she still make one for him without it being a step in the wrong direction? Did he even want a gift? Liara had learned a little about friendship gifts on the extranet, but it was mostly about what children do and she was rather sure a friendship bracelet was not exactly what either of them wanted. Maybe she could get something for his grandchildren instead, or, no, that probably was some other bizarre taboo humans have. Liara found her restless feet taking her to the mess where he sat sipping on a cup of coffee. Quietly she slipped in behind the counter and made a snack for them to share. She hoped it wasn't too far out of normal human tastes, the recent bacon fiasco seemed grilled into her brain. Sliding into the bench next to him Liara smiled at Pressly and motioned to the fruit bowl. He gave her a warm smile and got her a cup of coffee before diving into the message he'd gotten from his son. As they sat and spoke Liara was rather glad that she hadn't given herself time to overthink this. Charles showed her a picture of his grandson, covered in some sort of icing and pastry with balloons all around. "When we get a chance, you should come meet them, I bet that Sammy would love to meet you.