"Maybe it's the other way around, and they had it backwards," Garrus replies thoughtfully. "They might have been so worried about what they were going to bring back to the Flotilla, that they never realized that the real Pilgrimage gift... is what you share with the galaxy."

Garrus pauses. "You know," he growls, squinting wryly, "you really should stop me when I start jamming my foot in my mouth. Interrupt me or something. Wink once for good, twice for bad."