uncertain_dume | Milliways, Sunday Evening

Kanan was actually getting used to living on the island and getting his fill of excitement by leaving to explore whatever was on the other side of the Causeway, and he couldn't help but be curious of the place with the spaceport lot that went on for damn near forever. It had taken him a little bit longer before he realized that the bill for the restaurant was already handled. And, well, when he came to that realization, there wasn't anything keeping him from visiting to have himself a meal on the school's tab, was there? So, over he went, curious but relieved to see another stopover where the locals were more diverse than just humans. A place with very little sentient non-human life just struck him as wrong.

It kind of freaked him out a little.

... Not as much as the conversation with the main course did, though. He was actually looking a little green by the time they wheeled the somewhat dejected creature away from the table. There had been a salad on the menu. Kanan was going to stick with that. It would be a while longer before he managed to pick something to drink, though. He was pretty sure they were using the other two volumes of the wine list to bludgeon somebody's casserole to death in the back room or something.

[OOC: I can't resist a good gnab gib. Open if you're wandering about at the end of the universe! NFB for off-islandness, though.]

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"It was telling me what all of its best cuts were, and how it had been readying itself to be as tender and juicy as possible," Kanan shared, looking a touch greenish again at the thought. "I have no damn clue why anyone would think that being introduced to the main course first would make it more appealing, but I guess it takes all types?"

Tip was pondering going vegetarian. "I know some species eat animals they know don't feel pain," she said. "Maybe some like their meat from ones that can . . . actually consent to be eaten."

God that was weird.

"See, as far as I've ever been aware, most species that want to be eaten are parasitic," Kanan noted, ever so helpfully. "So I really don't trust anything that wants me to sample it with a glass of some kind of wine I can't even pronounce."

". . . Extra gross," Tip decided. "The salads don't talk, do they? No sentient space greens?"

"I'm not sure yet," Kanan allowed, grimacing. "They didn't bring the salad out so that I could be on a first-name basis with it. But if it does say anything when it arrives, I'm out of here. I have a strict 'no eating sentients' rule."

"I'm in favor of that rule," Tip said. "I'm Gratuity, by the way. I think I've seen you around a little in Fandom."

"Now that you mention it, I'm pretty sure I've seen you around, too. At the welcome picnic, at least," Kanan replied, thoughtfully. "I'm Kanan. Professor Jarrus, I guess, if you feel more comfortable standing on formality when you're talking to a teacher, though I don't particularly care either way."

A beat.

"Especially since it isn't like I did anything to earn the title but take a wrong turn on my way to work one day."

"Fandom's not really into interviews, is it," Tip observed. "I got a job at the post office just because I stopped to get some toothpaste."

"... Should I ask why you were going to the post office for toothpaste?"

Sometimes Kanan had to zero in on the stuff that really didn't matter at all. It was a carryover from once upon a time, when he asked too many questions that he thought to be important, even if nobody else agreed.

"Because they had a big box outside saying 'take some' and my friend back home likes to snack on it before bed."

Aren't you glad you asked, Kanan?

Oh yeah, that cleared that right up.

"... Your friend must have amazing dental hygiene."

"He does seem to have good teeth," Tip said. "But I don't know if Boov teeth work the same way as human teeth."

Nothing else about the Boov did.

"Does he at least have great breath?"

It seemed like a question worth asking, really.

"After the toothpaste, yes. Or the dental floss. Or soap, but that makes him burp a lot. It gets kinda nasty when he's been on the chlorine, though."

Huh. Well... if it made the guy happy. Kanan had seen a few aliens with tastes that made his head spin, too.

Like the damn cow they were serving here, yes.

"All that said, I'm sure the school would be thrilled if they ever had the chance to hire someone to teach a class about eating chlorine."

Tip laughed. "I can just picture that. 'To eats chlorine is easy. You opens your mouth, puts the chlorine in, and swallows. Unless your body cans not handle the chlorine. Then you shoulds not eats it.' Then I guess he'd offer recipes."

"Chlorine and toothpaste cocktails," Kanan suggested. "Probably all the rage in... uh... wherever your friend calls home."

He wasn't even going to try to guess. He'd never heard of a Boov before, after all.

"New Boovworld," Tip said. "Some of his . . . species-mates are over there." She pointed to some six-legged inflated frog looking creatures who were pawing at a four legged, grinning beast -- that luckily didn't seem to be too chatty. "With a koobish. I hear they're delicious, but I'm not really into trying to take a bite out of a living creature."

And one of the Boov took a chomp out of the koobish's ear. The koobish didn't seem to notice.

Kanan blinked, and stared, and then tilted his head a little.

"Okay, so what I'm learning today is that apparently animals with no survival instincts to speak of are delicious."

What? He wasn't staring at the aliens themselves. They were way less weird than some of the species he saw on a regular basis in his own galaxy.

"They probably won't heat the whole thing," Tip said. "The Boov are pretty careful with their resources."

Since not being careful had killed off their god, the ocean.

So far as gods went, that was one you definitely didn't want to kill off, yes.

"Does it grow those body parts back, then? Or do they keep them around strictly for breeding purposes before finishing them off?"

Questions. Always asking questions.

Milliways, Sunday Evening

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