Now, all krogan bear the genophage. Our reward, our curse. It is a fight where the only goal is survival!

While fighting the Thresher Maw, I have to pause to go to the kitchen and help Dad find the mixer.

I watch as he puts not only vanilla ice cream and chocolate pudding, but half a package of crushed-up Oreos and two packets of hot chocolate mix into a bowl. At that point he tells me to go away so God knows what else he put in before he started mixing it all up.

He comes up with a pitcher of light brown liquid as I’m finishing off the Thresher Maw.

Dad: Okay, who wants some.

Mom: That’s a brand-new pitcher! It’s supposed to be for margaritas!

Dad: Yeah, well, today it was for ice cream and pudding.

Mom begrudgingly tries some.

Mom: …It’s actually pretty good.