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Stitch has thoroughly investigated the interior of Milliways over the past few days. Well, as thorough as possible, anyway. While his curiosity did lead him upstairs at one point and barging in on strangers has never really struck him as rude, not being in procession of any keys turned out to be a greater obstacle than he had expected. The stench of sickness and medical supplies emanating from the infirmary has kept him at bay thus far as well.
He’s slept where he could; an armchair here, a rafter there and in short seems to be making himself at home. That fact that he’s been relatively well behaved lately might coincide with his discovery that the furniture around here fights back. Since there first formal meeting, Bar and Stitch have been on if not good, then civil terms. She hasn’t thrown any more fruit at him and he hasn’t threatened her since then. On the other hand, she hasn’t let him have any coffee either. He’s beginning to wonder if she’s met Nani.
But the greatest discovery thus far (barely, beating out the Observation window) had been the scene out back. He hadn’t even been aware there was an out back and at first it had thrown him. Spaceports hovered in space. Hence the name. There should not be a lake ringed by forest inside a spaceport. Which meant that this place wasn’t a spaceport. He still doesn’t believe there’s a spatial end of the universe (which is how he’s interpreted the explanation) but if that’s what the locals insist on calling it, he’ll do the same for lack of a better term.
At the moment Stitch is sitting outside on a flat rock, a sfe distance from the lake, facing the water. He’s been provided with a ukulele by Bar and, like any musician, he’s trying to get a feel for his new instrument. A few chords are stummed experimentally. Hmm, not bad.