Another homeworld he's never heard of, although the commonality of Earth persists. Kaidan's brow furrows gently beneath his face paint, and it's not all to do with the challenge of trying to figure out what meaning is embedded in what his fingers are telling him is formed plastic, but his eyes are saying is beautifully grained wood.

"I have to admit I'm not familiar with Betazed," he says, one corner of his mouth quirked upwards in wry appreciation of the situation he's found himself in: standing in the middle of a foreign culture's kindergarten class, trying to determine just how alien he and another foreigner are from each other. "Can I ask what year it was, where you were? It's 2187 and we've only has interstellar travel for about 40 years, for me, so I imagine there's a lot more expansion in future."