"Mhmm. I can relate," Nura says, grabbing two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter's tray. She hands one to Kaylee. "I married a regular grumpy-pants myself." She waves her hand with a chuckle. "He'll snap and grump around like a grumping gordanian most of the time, sour-puss and everything, but deep done," she smiles, "he's that little Coluan who needs a lot of hugs."