[She laughs, absent and melodic. That's fair as well. Half the hatches are unmitigated disasters, sharp or brutalized or both, and the rest-- well, they're an incongruous selection of beings to be sure.]

Be that as it may, we would like to do our best to foster a more natural environment of companionship. It seems like a missed opportunity to expect the lot of you to care for one another when we've done nothing to assist you.

[Not that one meal around a shared table would fix anything, but for some people it would be enough to pretend. As she'd told Prince - fake something with enough frequency and eventually it becomes true.]