Sorry to burst your bubble but you're not trutrans unless you're playing Nintendo. This is worth gatekeeping.

Formerly, strict etiquette demanded that a person should unglove the hand before offering it to another in friendly greeting.

The krogan have had a love-hate relationship with varren for millennia, alternately fighting them for territory and embracing them as treasured companions.

Very different were our fizgigs at Brambles'. Neither powder nor pepper (you know) was adulterated in those days, and if you made a fizgig, why it blossomed and starred like a golden thistle, flashed into a myriad sparklets like a tiny fountain for Queen Mab and her troupe to dance around.