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[OOM: They built to last in the old days.]
The door opens; Arcade hadn't entirely intended to come here, but if he's being honest his thoughts had sort of drifted in Milliways' direction, so he can't complain too much. And at least the drinks here are decent and probably not distilled on the premises from vats of questionable cleanliness, and the kitchen is as respectable as anything his late mother could ever have wanted.
... kitchen. Damn, he doesn't remember when he last ate. He's got to do something about that habit.
"Any chance you've got recognizable iguana in the storerooms here?" he asks the Bar. He's never really going to get used to the way stuff just appears, but far be it from him to argue with the sudden arrival of a nicely roasted lizard on a bed of some kind of mashed tubers, complete with a side helping of pinto beans. "Thanks."
Things are looking up already. Really, he needs to keep a closer eye on his blood sugar.
[Tinytag: Arcade Gannon]
The door opens; Arcade hadn't entirely intended to come here, but if he's being honest his thoughts had sort of drifted in Milliways' direction, so he can't complain too much. And at least the drinks here are decent and probably not distilled on the premises from vats of questionable cleanliness, and the kitchen is as respectable as anything his late mother could ever have wanted.
... kitchen. Damn, he doesn't remember when he last ate. He's got to do something about that habit.
"Any chance you've got recognizable iguana in the storerooms here?" he asks the Bar. He's never really going to get used to the way stuff just appears, but far be it from him to argue with the sudden arrival of a nicely roasted lizard on a bed of some kind of mashed tubers, complete with a side helping of pinto beans. "Thanks."
Things are looking up already. Really, he needs to keep a closer eye on his blood sugar.
[Tinytag: Arcade Gannon]