Oh, you know. Big. Ugly. Religious fanatics who were dead set on wiping out the human race. They came pretty damn close, too.

[ The war isn't a sore spot for Felix. (Not this aspect of it, at least.) He speaks easily, as though he's talking about something totally mundane. After all, it was background noise for pretty much his entire life. ]

They wouldn't be put off by a few flowers, I can tell you that.