Saturday sips and gags. "Jesus christ this is worse than the stuff Bit drinks - "
She looks contemplatively at her plate. The food here is absolute drek, but she's had worse, and she's confident she's hacked together a meal that is at least on par with your average low-rent Red Town eatery. Not one of the popular ones, mind, one of the real cheap ones you only go to if you're drunk or down to your least nuyen, but -
"Hold on a sec." Saturday gets up, grabs another plate, portions out half of her meal onto it, and slides it over to the weird little dude. It consists of pancakes (just a bit too breadlike) soaked in syrup (just a bit too sweet); scrambled eggs whose dryness is barely offset by the tabasco sauce; and two sausages the size of half a ring finger which are probably pork. Probably.
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She looks contemplatively at her plate. The food here is absolute drek, but she's had worse, and she's confident she's hacked together a meal that is at least on par with your average low-rent Red Town eatery. Not one of the popular ones, mind, one of the real cheap ones you only go to if you're drunk or down to your least nuyen, but -
"Hold on a sec." Saturday gets up, grabs another plate, portions out half of her meal onto it, and slides it over to the weird little dude. It consists of pancakes (just a bit too breadlike) soaked in syrup (just a bit too sweet); scrambled eggs whose dryness is barely offset by the tabasco sauce; and two sausages the size of half a ring finger which are probably pork. Probably.
"Try some a' this."