"Ah, a Scorpio," is delivered archly enough to definitely be a joke, even before she adds: "You know, I've never met a rifter sincerely into astrology, at least who's brought it up. I wonder if they'd argue that the signs map to the corresponding months in Thedas, or if they'd have to come up with an entirely new world view to account for anyone not born on an Earth. Thanks." She takes her cup of wine when he finishes pouring.

"Horoscopes aside, maybe I should collect all the Research birthdays. Introduce my native world concept of awkward forced socializing with the people you work with over cake." It's thoughtful enough it sounds like she might do it. (At least the collecting birthdays part, 50-50 on the cake.)