[Eridanus casts a sideways smile at Peace, appreciating her candor as he angles himself better so that he can look at her properly while also resting his shoulder against the car door.]

Yes, we're both opals, it seems. I have to admit, I was never much of a fan of the stone for rings, but I've become fond of the variety that grows on me.

[As if idly admiring them, he touches long, sharp claws to the surface of his opaline maw. The downside is that where the opal has grown into thick, protective plating, he can no longer feel sensation. It has been hard getting accustomed to not feeling with his fingertips.]

Tell me, what all have you experienced as a troll that I should expect? Hopefully nothing... too unsavory...