Rrr. I'll show you a good time.

Ha, how would you know?

I've been... squished by other krogan before. And then sat on. Still, that's better than succumbing to the Void.

Ugh. Says you.

Well, it's the truth. Being a krogan pancake doesn't compare to being dead.

-holds his head, squinting in the general direction of Barth’s handwave, seeing nothing- Yeah, and I’m sure a five million ton krogan tackling me is much better.

Better than getting your head smashed in. ...Wait. Err, my fault.

I’m sure. { Amy managed to stifle an amused scoff, pursing her mouth together into a smile. She felt her smile broaden at the way Barth seemed to almost bounce a bit, excited. It was endearing. She didn’t expect to be missed, at least not by the lackadaisical krogan. } Other things, huh? Well, at least you seemed to have kept yourself entertained. 

What can I say? Entertainment is my business. Only makes it better if the entertainer is really... into it too.

{Grunt shook his head, scoffing shortly.} Alright, hotshot. Whatever.

Hehe! -he laughs loudly and proudly, in spite of what a backward victory it was-

"Exactly my point," she said. She would probably hold a grudge for a while. She had been saving that keg, dammit. And then suddenly Barth comes along and drinks it? Hah, she’d remember that until her grave. "Given it’s a special making by Wrex, y’better hope he’s feeling generous in givin’ it t’ you."

"Oh... well, shit." There went a few month's savings. ...Still, considering life expectancy at this point, he figured drinking the keg was still worth it. "Urdnot Wrex, huh? I'll have to make my offering back special, then."

{ Amy cringed slightly at the scene he was making, though the lopsided smile on her face never really wavered. She ought to be used to the krogan’s lack of subtlety. They certainly did not lack passion. }

Very filling, indeed I am. -He chuckles, excitedly bouncing in place on the balls of his feet. It was good to see his friend again; maybe they could go out for fun again later?- Things? Ah, same shit going down. Reaper fighting, bodyguarding... amongst other things, heheh. 

"No, see." Neil shifted the package into one hand, spreading his left hand wide. "This one’s for, well, everything." He wiggles his thumb. "This one’s for pointing." He wiggles his index finger. "This one’s for telling people to fuck off." He wiggles his middle finger, at this point feeling like he’s reciting an off-colour ‘This Little Piggy.’ "This one’s for your wedding band, and this one’s for cleaning out your ear after you’ve gone swimming." He moves his ring finger, his pinky finger joining in a second later.

"See, we don't need two of those. Krogan don't swim, krogan don't get wedded..." he chuckled loudly, placing a hand on his hip as he wiggled the fingers of his other hand in Neil's face. "And we sure as hell don't need some finger to tell someone to fuck off." He jabbed his pointer finger gently into Neil's chest, grinning.

Might want to rethink that comeback. Hah.  Peh. Real thoughtful of you. 

Huh? What? -he's confused, lips curling in contemplation before realizing- Oh. ...Still bigger.

"I s’pose so. I promised I wouldn’t drink so much of it anymore, though," she said, fumbling a little with the hem of her shirt, trying to keep her attention anywhere else. "Maybe when you get me more."

"Meh. Can't drink it til' you've got it, anyway," Barth relented, managing to slip one arm into his garments before fiddling with the other. He snorted in amusement, thinking how grand the spectacle could be. "Maybe when I ship back out to Tuchanka in a little while."