[Meg's not going to get any arguing from Fortescue. It's a shame that two of them are spoken for, and the other one she's divided on because her bestie has a crush a mile wide. What are social customs and why are they so confusing?]

Hmm. [She considers.] A sense of humor is a plus. Nice hygiene, hair. [And gender is a complete non-issue. As is species.] I suppose I'm not all that picky, really. Or my nethers aren't, at least. Good company is... good company.

[She sips her wine. It helps that she finds a truly remarkable range of features, sizes and shapes to be attractive.]