Yuri nods in agreement. He'd sort of been hoping it would just, uh, end. He looks around, wondering if there's some trick or something.

His eyes land on the conversation card in the middle of the table, and he reads slowly, "You've been selected as Earth's ambassador to a planet of sentient marshmallows. What's the key to negotiating peace and friendship with these squishy extraterrestrials?"

It takes him a good while to suss out how to pronounce "extraterrestrials," but he gets there. He blinks, glances up at her.

"Is this some kind of riddle?"