Kiimi opened her mouth to explain, and promptly closed it. See, that was the trick. You couldn't answer a question like that around normals. It was a trap! What, she was going to tell the department leader of Human Resources that she spent most of her recreational time pretending to be a High Elven Wizard in the mythical realm of Earth? That she liked editing and curating foreign language articles on Holopedia? That she owned not one, but two body-length pillows with Naboonimation space husband prints?

So, talking about herself was subject to extreme self-editing. Still, how hard was she trying to impress a Pengauani, exactly? It wasn't like she had to reach for something outlandish, like claiming she was a competitive swoop racer. What did normal women do? Boring, dull, normal women?

"jI'm a b-b-bjig ssmasshball fan."

Which, while certainly satisfying the requirement of boring typical activity, wasn't actually an activity at all. Correcting, Kiimi hastily amended.

"Alsso jI love to go hjikjing?"

Hiking. Really? She tried not to grimace, imagining what would happen with her legs and her feet coming in contact with a mountain. A swift and certain demise.