07-22-2017, 01:52 AM
Garlen walks over to the food synthesizer, takes a tray, waves hif cuff under it, and returns to the table. Sitting down he starts to dig into the unpalatable paste as if nothing is wrong.
"What?" Seeing the disgusted looks, "Oh this? It's actually not bad, they have added flavour. We.." He hesitates, knowing that he does not want to say his past affiliation out loud in case the listening devices wee finely tuned enough. ".. we lived on the unflavoured variety. It has everything your body needs to keep fit. Though if I were running this place I'd probably want to add a few mood stabilizing additives. we won't survive by NOT eating it though."
He switches to Jawa tradespeak "They are certainly listening" and mid sentence switches to Bocce "Bazi batza Bocce?"
"What?" Seeing the disgusted looks, "Oh this? It's actually not bad, they have added flavour. We.." He hesitates, knowing that he does not want to say his past affiliation out loud in case the listening devices wee finely tuned enough. ".. we lived on the unflavoured variety. It has everything your body needs to keep fit. Though if I were running this place I'd probably want to add a few mood stabilizing additives. we won't survive by NOT eating it though."
He switches to Jawa tradespeak "They are certainly listening" and mid sentence switches to Bocce "Bazi batza Bocce?"
