"I used to be a rockstar," Miniver grins. And for all his shyness and soft voice, he really means it. "Back home... I had a band called Blue Muse. I write songs, kinda Celtic-like. I haven't really gotten back into it here. Not sure why. It's like... a lotta stuff happened all together, you know? And I just... haven't. I mean, I still write, but I ain't got a band or anything. Oh, I was a pirate for a while here. I ended up having to leave because ah.... I got kind of a fucked-up headthing, right? 'Scalled um, cyclothemia." He's a fidgety little guy, and rarely looks directly at her when he speaks. "Right NOW, I dunno what I'm doing really. Mostly taking care of Gilby. Oh yeah, here..."
Miniver reaches under his collar and pulls out a very young ball python, who does not look particularly happy to be woken up and removed from his warm neckspace for show-and-tell.