Milliways, Sunday Evening

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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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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."

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"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.

[intotheout]

"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.

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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.

[intotheout]

"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.

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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.