Don't you put it in your mouth [NVC, any day before trial]
The apartments where they were all being put up were pretty close to the city center, but Chris hadn't really explored the Sha'Kwai marketplace yet. George could never stay in bed and was already out, so he went by himself bright and early one morning when, hopefully, the crowds would be thinner and the temperature a little lower. Easier to move around in his chair, which he'd taken to using again on and off recently, the higher gravity of the planet taxing his muscles and making him unsteady on his feet.
Chris bought some steamed vegetable dumplings in a paper carton from a Vulcan vendor, and ate as he wheeled slowly along, looking with interest at all the random goods the shops had on offer. Andorian, Human, Denobulan, Rhaandarite, Tellarite - there were probably a dozen or more species represented here, and that was only what he'd seen so far.
Now - he smothered a yawn politely in his sleeve - he just needed to find a species that appreciated caffeine.
No coffee. No coffee. One Vulcan with a cart was pouring something from a steaming pot, which was promising, but that something turned out to be gloppy and purple and he wasn't sure his stomach was up for that. Finally, at the end of the line of stalls, he discovered an individual with blue hair, hawking bottles of...juice? Alcohol? Whatever it was, it was on ice and came in just about every color. And the temperature was steadily rising. Maybe coffee wasn't the greatest idea, and sugar would do in a pinch.
"Hello. Could you tell me what that is, exactly?" The vendor held out a bottle of orange stuff and said something he didn't catch, but probably wasn't English. So Chris tried again, in his admittedly limited Vulcan, since they were in Sha'Kwai. "Savas? Savas-masu?"
"Sespop," said the vendor, handing him the bottle with a wide smile.
"Sespop?" Chris repeated blankly. Well, that told him absolutely nothing. So he just shrugged and paid. "Sure. Sespop. Why not. Thank you."
He continued on his way, cracked it open and took a sip. Then another. It was fizzy, unidentifiably sweet and didn't seem alcoholic, but with the taste of the dumplings he'd just eaten still in his mouth, it left a strange, not-so-good aftertaste. So he re-capped it, and took a drink from his water bottle instead.
Jesus. Why was it so damn hot out here?
Chris bought some steamed vegetable dumplings in a paper carton from a Vulcan vendor, and ate as he wheeled slowly along, looking with interest at all the random goods the shops had on offer. Andorian, Human, Denobulan, Rhaandarite, Tellarite - there were probably a dozen or more species represented here, and that was only what he'd seen so far.
Now - he smothered a yawn politely in his sleeve - he just needed to find a species that appreciated caffeine.
No coffee. No coffee. One Vulcan with a cart was pouring something from a steaming pot, which was promising, but that something turned out to be gloppy and purple and he wasn't sure his stomach was up for that. Finally, at the end of the line of stalls, he discovered an individual with blue hair, hawking bottles of...juice? Alcohol? Whatever it was, it was on ice and came in just about every color. And the temperature was steadily rising. Maybe coffee wasn't the greatest idea, and sugar would do in a pinch.
"Hello. Could you tell me what that is, exactly?" The vendor held out a bottle of orange stuff and said something he didn't catch, but probably wasn't English. So Chris tried again, in his admittedly limited Vulcan, since they were in Sha'Kwai. "Savas? Savas-masu?"
"Sespop," said the vendor, handing him the bottle with a wide smile.
"Sespop?" Chris repeated blankly. Well, that told him absolutely nothing. So he just shrugged and paid. "Sure. Sespop. Why not. Thank you."
He continued on his way, cracked it open and took a sip. Then another. It was fizzy, unidentifiably sweet and didn't seem alcoholic, but with the taste of the dumplings he'd just eaten still in his mouth, it left a strange, not-so-good aftertaste. So he re-capped it, and took a drink from his water bottle instead.
Jesus. Why was it so damn hot out here?