[This is already probably the most talking about his feelings Keith's done in years, and he's frankly still massively allergic to it. In small doses, it's tolerable, in larger amounts he starts clamming up and light headed. It's fun. Not really.

Technical details though? That's almost a little better -- or rather, it would be if the sheer weight of what he should be doing right now instead of being stuck in Garfle Warfle Snick 2.0 with the Sarge wasn't so suffocating. Keith picks up his fork, absentmindedly stabbing it into a piece of chicken.]

There's an intergalactic war back home. My team and I are the paladins of the lions needed to fight against the Galran empire.

[He looks up.

It's a long story. You were in the middle of yours.