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[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

A fairly normal someone - looks like a college kid - wanders into the cantina, looking around curiously. Hope I got the coordinates right...

He's dressed up, comparatively, at least - as in, he's in slacks and a fairly nice shirt as opposed to a t-shirt and jeans. He waves awkwardly at the bartender. "Uh, hey."

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[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"Oh, why not. I'll try the sauropod burger."

[random_xtras]

"Burger? Or sandwich? I can have a bun stuffed full of fresh shaved meat in no time."

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"That sounds pretty good, actually."

[random_xtras]

The 'tender grins and starts drying her hands. "Sharp cheese or mild? And how much? What else do you want on it? Tomato? Pickle? Sauerkraut?"

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"No cheese or sauerkraut, thanks, but pickle and tomato sound good." Though if she keeps offering him things he's going to end up with a sandwich bigger than his head.

[random_xtras]

And here's another grin. "Green, white, red, or blue tomatoes? And chili, cucumber, bean, or risha pickles?"

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"Er, red, and cucumber. There are blue tomatoes?"

[random_xtras]

"There's yellow and orange, too. They just aren't ready right now. Sweet or sour pickles?"

"I wanna garlic pickle," says Mornbein.

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"Sour, please. What planet grows blue tomatoes?" he asks. He's still kind of mystified by the concept.