"We got shit that's real similar. That's a rice wine right there. Xandarian." He points up at the menu. "You want it warm?"
He thinks, strangely, of Mito and her warm sake right then, on that cold world in that warm hotel room. It makes him pause for a beat, old life blending with train life in his memories, and that's a strange thing to briefly confront though none of it gets spoken.
"Get me some of the Xandarian wine! And since I got the money for it? Some kruna fruit brandy" Not train bought, straight from the universe itself. Something he didn't really waste money on before. But might as well, one last genuine taste of a world that birthed him, that he'll most definitely never see again. It's something he'd been casually resigned to, but now kind of accepts.
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He thinks, strangely, of Mito and her warm sake right then, on that cold world in that warm hotel room. It makes him pause for a beat, old life blending with train life in his memories, and that's a strange thing to briefly confront though none of it gets spoken.
"Get me some of the Xandarian wine! And since I got the money for it? Some kruna fruit brandy" Not train bought, straight from the universe itself. Something he didn't really waste money on before. But might as well, one last genuine taste of a world that birthed him, that he'll most definitely never see again. It's something he'd been casually resigned to, but now kind of accepts.