"No, no." Connie sighs, dragging her hands down her face. Was she going to need to do a presentation? She totally was, wasn't she. Hoboy. "A solid half, probably more, of the outworlders are queer—including me—and my other best friend is still in the super sweet lovey-dovey phase of dating her girlfriend, so. This is a conversation that needs to happen at some point in the near future. Might as well be from someone she already trusts, so... I'll do it."

Beat.

"I will take you up on that offer of ice cream after we have dinner together, though."