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Out of all the locations on the ship, the sensoriums were quite possibly one of Gwen's favorite locations. While the hanger bay and vehicle garage were nice it was the only spot that could take a person away from the harsh realities of what was going on around them be it from nightmares to just awakening on the ship. Plus the fact that the woman had all but dragged a certain Colonel along behind her after he had dragged her to medical seemed to help it being a safe haven. While most people could deal with doctors and all the shiny things they used, Gwen was of the sort that had a moment of flail at the simple mention of medical. Thank her time as a POW for that one which meant there was only a slight chance that, eventually, the woman would forgive Tycho for it. Slim, slim chance to a small degree.

With her hands shoved deep in to the pockets of her brown coat she gave the older man a little frown of a pout once inside of the empty room. "You are so incorrigible you know. That was th' most creepyfinin' thing I've been through in my entire life. Next time you get t' be the guinea pig." Of course a smile was soon creeping back across the red head's face before she took back to walking the space around them. "So where to first? Sunny beaches of some distant planet? Floatin' down a river on a couple old tire tubes?"

There had been a promise of showing off homeworlds, well, at least in Tycho's 'verse that was. She didn't mind showing him Verbena if he wanted to see something from her 'verse or even show him somewhere else. Not a single world where she came from was alike having been built from scratch. "And no more visits t' any medical bays in here mind. Might have t' teach you thing or two about a good old fashioned whoopin'."

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"But at least your leg is feeling better." Tycho smiles down at where Gwen is not limping anymore. "And you have to admit, it wasn't that bad, was it?" His voice holds a touch of a genuine question, but his smile quickly covers it up.

"You wanted to see my galaxy," he continues. "Shall I show you where I live now, or ...?"

For a moment Gwen paused, smirking a little at the man before allowing a bashful expression to cross her face. "It felt all... gooey and weird like. I'd compare it t' something else I've seen but that might make me want to sick up again." The whole entire thing just felt funny was all. Enough to make the grown woman shudder where she stood even if it was a little over the top.

"Go right ahead, Sunshine. I'm along for th' ride and the education." Winking at Tycho, Gwen took her path come coming up to where he was standing at allowing a toothy grin to slide across her face.

It was good she feels that way, because Tycho was going to have to work his way up to trying to show Alderaan. It would be too much if he tried for it on his first attempt and as a result it turned out somehow ... wrong.

"Okay," Tycho said, smiling down at Gwen as she came up beside him. "Well, back in my universe ... home is wherever my squadron is based. I'm sure you understand." He flashes her another smile. "But," he continues, "when we have leave for a while, are in between missions, we often return back to the capital of the republic." And suddenly, they're standing in a ship of some kind, looking out a large view port at the glitter of stars and the vastness of space. It would be impossible for Gwen to tell, but in fact they're standing on a shuttle. "Well. There." Tycho lets out a deep breath. "I wasn't sure that was going to work." His smile is lopsided, but pleased. Slowly, the imaginary shuttle they're in moves, the faint thrum of engines in the background, and the view changes, as a planet swims into view. It doesn't look so much like a planet though as a swirling ball of vast interlocking networks of light (http://biobreak.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/coruscant.jpg). As they approach closer, it's clear the space around the planet is studded with other ships and space stations and it becomes clearer and clearer that the planet is one enormous city

"There." Tycho says. "That, is the capital world of my New Republic. That's Coruscant." He's smiling, but he also looks a little overwhelmed by the realism of the representation that's being projected in front of him. Hesitantly, he reaches up, and his hand finds that the viewport feels like solid duraplast under his finger tips. He presses his palm flat against the cold surface, as if he could reach out, and cup the planet in his hand. His face turns slightly wistful ...

Not even the largest planets in the core were like that. The shuttle its self was impressive, lacking in that sort of tossed together and slightly rusting edge that a lot of the ships where she came from had. Not even the rumble of the engines was the same giving it a much smoother flight than the slight shake of the metal grating beneath feet she had grown used to. Her eyes never once settled on anything, so busy was Gwen trying to take everything in, and not quite sure where to begin exploring. Of course she knew to keep her hands to herself even if the mechanical side of her wanted to see how everything worked. It was all the woman could do to keep from jumping about the shuttle made by the room to being her roving self. Even Tycho dragging her off to medical was long forgotten bow.

However when she went back to studying the planet those bright eyes of hers widened as they came in closer. There were so many ships.. so many sky complexes and stations coming or going that it made her head spin. Nothing was the same make or model. Nothing seemed to even pull this many people together even in the Core. In her universe there were a lot of people just never all at once. Never at a planet all at the same time either. Gwen took a deep breath, twisting her head to give the Colonel such a wide grin almost as if she were a kid who had discovered the best candy store ever. "It's lìngrén jingyì! Er.. sorry. It's amazing. How can so many people fit all there at once? I mean.." Words seemed to fail her as the red head again looked back to the planet eyes never once settling on just one spot. "Ain't no such thing as personal space there, hm?"

The son of a wealthy and prominent Alderaanian family, Tycho was so young he can't even remember the first time he visited Coruscant. As the shuttle glides forward and the planet grows in the viewscreen, various other memories do assault him though, less pleasant ones. Flying into Coruscant in the stolen TIE fighter, a sick feeling of dread in his belly which proved justified when he was captured. Flying back in later in secret with Rogue squadron, laying the groundwork for taking the world. The actual battle for Coruscant itself. And now, flying in once more to it as a friendly world, he can't help the slight jolt in his stomach.

Gwen's wonder though, the joy with which she was hungrily devouring every view ... it made him look at the familiar vista with fresh eyes. "It is something, isn't it," he murmured. Her comment made him laugh. "Space is at a premium," he has to agree. The planet now filled most of the viewport, and they were close enough for various ships and structures in space to have identifying characteristics. Tycho could name many of them, though obviously Gwen could not, and so he started pointing them out for her, giving names to the sparkling shapes before her eyes.

"Those are Gollan III defense platforms- very heavily armed, and those are skyhooks- so the uber wealthy don't have to share air with the teaming masses." He grined. "And those organic looking ones are Mon Calmari star cruisers- they're the backbone of our fleet." The ships space stations and platforms all looked tiny against the backdrop of the planet, like some kind of child's toys- all except for one, which was standing out in a stark triangle of light gray. It seemed to grow faster than the other ships as the shuttle approached, swelling in the viewport. It still wasn't even 1/20th, 1/50th the size of the planet itself, but it's still obviously enormous.

Tycho turned, smiling at the look on Gwen's face, as the triangular bulk of the ship grew to fill most of the viewport now. "That," he said with something like pride in his voice, "is the Super Star Destroyer Lusankya, and it's the flagship that Rogue Squadron, my squadron, most often calls home now."

It was hard not to take it all in. "What's a Mon Cal..Calimari?" She knew she butchered the name, her nose scrunching up a little as she tried repeating what the pilot had said. It was not something she had ever heard of before or seen anything like it. Compared to the rest of the ships that he was pointing out she liked their designs the best. Where ships had angles and corners, theirs were more natural and real looking- how she had pictured other craft when she had been a small child. Nothing like the reality that was made up of the shipping companies from the Core.

When the larger shape grew in to view, Gwen had to take pause, a moment of hesitation crossing her face as she studied the massive size of the ship. A Super Star Destroyer. Every single bit of it she could see. It would take two if not three I.A.V's to even make up the length of the massive ship. Needless to say Gwen's jaw dropped and the words she breathed out were a near whisper. "Wŏ de mā hé tā de fēngkuáng de wàisheng dōu." Turning her head just enough to keep hopefully both in view, Gwen looked quickly back to Tycho before looking back to the ship. "That's... Ain't nothin like that where I come from. Super Star Destroyer is a right fittin' name."

"Zhēn tāmā yàomìng..."

Gwen doesn't have Tycho's emotional reaction to the triangular shape. Even though she's been captured and a part of the Republic's fleet for several years now, his heart still surges with adrenalin when he sees her- it's instinct. That long thin shape means only one thing, destruction and death. Except now it almost means another. At this point, it's almost the closest thing Tycho has to home.

"The Star Destroyers were actually ships built by the Empire," he tells Gwen slightly gravely. "We in the New Republic would never invest in creating something so large that was intended purely for destruction like a super-class star destroyer. But we managed to capture this one, so now," he flashes a small smile at Gwen, "we use her for good."

He contemplates the gargantuan ship in silence for a moment. "It takes a crew of 280,000 to fly her," he tells Gwen. "She's basically a very large city all on her own." They're getting closer and closer to one of the enormous gaping holes in the underbelly of the ship, which is actually one of the hangar bays. Tycho starts to notice the tension in Gwen's frame, and carefully, he reaches out, folding one of her small hands into his larger one. "Look, see?" he says pointing. As they close in on the hanger, they can start to see the ships parked inside, and among them are several dozen x-wings. "See anything familiar?"

280,000 people.

Gwen's mind was racing thinking of all the unites and divisions within the Independent army from the start of the war until the very end at the Valley. There had only been four-hundred men and women, commanding officers included, in the 501st. A very, very small mark in the total number of people it took to run this massive ship. If she even had to venture just the total number of service men and women, officers, non-coms, enlisted, support staff... 280,000 people sounded pretty damn close. She didn't say a word though as Tycho reached down and folded her hand in his.

Even spotting the X-wings, that were parked in their bays waiting for deployment didn't make the feeling any easier about the place. "That's.. give or take a few folk that's about how big our army was." Again Gwen swallowed hard feeling totally dwarfed by the ship as they entered in to the massive hole on the ship's side. There were larger troop transports that the Alliance used but nothing this massive ever in the history of her people. It was, however, a good window in to what her people could have eventually become. And that was what scared her the most.

Pulling her eyes away from the viewport she allowed her eyes to glance down to the scruffed up knee-high boots she generally took to wearing when in the room. Sure it was her uniform in a little better condition than she could have remembered it, but it was the most familiar thing that she had in her mind at the moment. "I just can't imagine th' need for such a large ship. Except for fear."

Tycho can read body language just fine, and he notices that Gwen is looking increasingly tense, her hand trembling ever so slightly in his. At her words, he takes a grim breath. "That's right," he says, a little flatly. "This ship was built to cause fear. That's what the Empire did, ruled by fear and violence. But you know what, they had ships, weapons this large, this powerful, and we still beat them. We won. Their fear wasn't stronger than our combined desire for freedom and justice and to protect the innocent."

The Lusankya may be the closest thing he has to home now, which is why he showed it to her. When he learned that his universe was gone, destroyed, his mind flashed to all the crewmembers he knew on board, it flashed to all the other pilots in the squadron- they're his family now. This may have been a ship built for destruction, but he mourns its lost, mourns it greatly. But that's not something she can see, by just seeing the physical ship, and Tycho's afraid he's taught her a very different lesson about his galaxy entirely.

"If I could show you something else, anything else from my universe," he asks, "what would you want to see?"

A person in command had to learn to hide their fears, to swallow them back and do what they had to do. Seeing a ship that size even if it was his home was a little more than nerve wracking. "You did the impossible and that's what makes you mighty." When she glanced up again towards him the smile was only slightly forced in its own sheepish way. "Just can't wrap my head 'round the need for such a thing as this. Seems a little overkill in the larger picture if'n you get what I mean." Within her 'verse the supplies could have been used for anything and weren't something that was just used unless it was to build. Even trying to calculate the amounts of materials used just to build this massive ship down to everything that could have been used for it was enough to cause her a headache. Every section of the Black had its ups and downs, the good and bad- it was just something the red head was having to take in stride having only known her Alliance as the only bad guys out there. Who could have been worse than that? Clearly the Galactic Empire was.

At the offer to see anything else in his world, Gwen blinked a couple of times before allowing a slender red brow to raise slightly. "You're the tour guide. Feel like I need a camera or somethin' such t' be taking pictures for an album." This time it was her chance to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I do have a question though... are there such things as little green men? Yeah I know it sounds all science fiction, coming from a 'verse with multiple inhabited planets and space travel, but really. Little green men. 'Take me to your leader' types?" Sure there were some really strange creatures on Stacey but this was your common sort of alien used in all the old holovids that you could find on the Cortex from Earth-that-was. There had to be some basis in truth behind it right?

Tycho smiles gently. "The Lusankya may be overly-large, but she does get put entirely to use. I have a feeling ... my universe is a big bigger than yours," he finishes, smiling more to hopefully ward off any offense.

Tycho blinks at her question, eyes narrowing in confusion. "Little green men? Take me to your leader?" he asks. "There are several species who have green skin," he agrees, "but, all of them are standard homid sized ..." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm not sure what you mean."

Tycho pauses for a moment, considering. Then, "You like ships don't you?" he asks. It's been sort of clear by her excitement at everything. "I have to admit, star destroyers, while utilitarian, are far from my favorite ship design ..." and the shuttle starts pulling back out of the hangar, turning through space, so that the form of a Mon Cal star cruiser that was orbiting next to the Lusankya starts to appear in the viewscreen. Tycho points to the gentle curves and bubbles of the ship. "In terms of capital ships, I have to say I prefer Mon Cals ... what do you think?" His raised eyebrow tries to cover the slight nervousness he feels of her answer.

"Wait- those are real?" To an extent they seemed to be. Gwen's brows shot upward as she watched the taller man beside of her with a look of awe. "See we don't got no things like are here on the ship or what they have in the holos. Just us humans after five-hundred years of lookin' for a place t' call home." But the fact that there were some little green aliens out there was enough to satisfy her curiosity for now. "See there were these old movies from Earth-that-was that showed all alien life bein' these short little creatures that all talked in a monotone askin' to be taken to the peoples leaders." Slowly a blush started to creep up on the younger woman's face. "Yeah.. I know. It sounds silly.."

Thankful for a change in conversation again, Gwen gave a shy little nod of her head. "I like 'em well enough. Been on a few different classes before, but ain't never seen the likes of these. And yes.. y'alls 'verse is bigger'n what we got." With the change of course toward the Mon Cal star cruiser the red head's eyes were instantly dragged back to the incomming ship. Slowly that little smile of her's seemed to creep its way back across her face. "Seems more natural. Kinda like Stacy, but I don't reckon it's a living, breathing ship? Almost like somethin' outta a paintin' rather than no ship."

It didn't sound silly to Tycho, it sounded confusing. There have been humans and aliens together in his universe for basically as far back as recorded history stretches. "Only humans?" he asked. Of course, there were some groups of humans who were xenophobic and tried to isolate themselves, but ... Tycho honestly couldn't imagine such a thing as humanity being the only sentient species.

Tycho drops easily into teacher mode again, at her expressed interest. "The Mon Calamari star cruisers are named for the Mon Calamarians, which are the species which make them. Their homeworld is Mon Calamari, which ..." Tycho smiles. "Well, I'll just show you." He shuts his eyes, and for a moment, they're standing in the empty sensorium chamber again. When he opens them though, they're once more looking out the shuttle's viewport, this time quickly approaching a world (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20071220214408/starwars/images/3/33/Mon_Calamari.jpg) colored in swirling shades of blue. As they descend into the atmosphere, it's clear they're heading for one of the floating cities (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090421074957/starwars/images/5/5b/Mon_Cal_city_TFUCG.jpg). The closer they get, the more the organic looking architecture (http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20060605143108/starwars/images/1/11/Moncalcity.jpg) becomes clear.

"Yeah. No first contact or nothin'." Gwen was busy watching as the view changed or the ship moved one. Truthfully she wasn't paying attention enough to how they were moving as she watched the ship with interest. Honestly, if things hadn't shifted to Stacy, there was a reason she'd have been her own ship's Captain three years after the War. "Earth got used up so all them folk packed up and left. After about five hundred years of lookin' for a place to live or other people, they found a planet and called it home. Had t' terraform it though. Still ain't found no one an' we were pushin' out further past the Rim..." For Gwen it was normal life. Just humans spacing over near a hundred worlds and moons and no one to help them grow.

However when the world changed from the city world to the water world, Gwen's eyes widened a little more. Even Bellerophon had it's little sections of land here or there where the lower classes lived. "No land?" Glancing sidelong at Tycho the woman was soon looking back to the floating city that they were approaching. It was odd seeing it like that- so natural like it was meant to be there and not man made.

Tycho shook his head. "I can't imagine humanity being only on one planet," he confessed. "That's beyond recorded history for us, back more than 5 or 6 millenia ago, at least. I really had absolutely no idea there were such different universes out there, I wouldn't have imagined it even in my wildest dreams ..."

The shuttle settled gently down on one of the landing pads, and Tycho turned to Gwen, extending a hand to her with a smile. "Shall we?" he asked. He lead her through the shuttle and down the ramp, out on to the walk way leading up to the rest of the city.

Ahead of them, beings from dozens of races moved along the cities streets and walkways. In front of them, a slightly pinkish red alien (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080907010057/starwars/images/f/f1/MonCals_SWG.jpg), with large bulbous eyes on the sides of its flat angular head, who was wearing what might be a skirt, waved as they approached. "Hello!" she said, for it was indeed a she, "Welcome to the city of Hikahi!"

Tycho gave Gwen's hand a reassuring squeeze, hoping she wouldn't be alarmed by the alien's appearance.

"Neither can I, now at least. Gotta lot of worlds out there and more t' investigate. You know. Once they get terraformed an' all." There wasn't a single soul still living who remembered living on Earth-that-was, or even the ships that had left them. For her there had always been more than one world that humans lived on. When Tycho extended a hand toward her the woman gave him a bright smile easily slipping hers in to his. Honestly there was just something about the man. What? She didn't know. They had only met a short time ago and it was just like they had known each other for a while. Funny how things worked right? At least that was how Gwen felt about it.

The city was amazing, wide green eyes watching everything at once if it were even possible. It was nothing like Gwen had ever seen before and felt like something out of the holos she'd seen on the Cortex before. Every bit of the design was so unnatural but yet so fitting that it was all the younger woman could do to keep from letting out a giggle. Honestly- a giggle? Gwen would have even mocked herself for doing it if she had. Instead she allowed herself the wide-eyed glances and bright, beaming smiles toward Tycho as they walked in amongst the dozens of races that moved about. Each was more fascinating than the other as were the languages that they each spoke in. However, when the fish woman.. man skirt wearing.. creature spoke up she nearly squeaked.

Taking a step closer to the Colonel she allowed herself a little glance toward the creature that had spoken to them. "Is she.. he.. well is it supposed t' look like a fish?" Gwen asked softly feeling a little blush of embarrassment already slipping up on her cheeks.

Tycho had to chuckle. "She," he said gently, glad that the being was just a hologram and had no actual feelings to hurt, "is a mon calamari, and, yes, I suppose they do look like fish. They're an aquatic species- they evolved in the ocean after all."

They were approaching an outdoor cafe, where beings of dozens of species were gathered, talking and laughing and eating various things that might seem incredibly odd to Gwen's eyes. "I suppose we can't actually eat or drink anything here, since it's not real," Tycho sighed.

"How can you tell?" Oh it wasn't that the woman was scared of them. There was a curious nature to her expression, watching the Mon Calisomethingorother that Tycho had called the race of fish people. "I mean.. It's strange. Strange in a good way, mind."

As they walked away she kept herself close. Even if they were just in a fake city on board Stacy, it felt real enough for her. The smells, sounds, movement of the people.. the fear of getting lost in a foreign world wasn't something she was to wanting to experience. As the cafe came closer the woman smiled a little more this time allowing a light laugh to escape. "Funny you should say that. We can. Well.. it's Stacey's slop but it's how our minds know it or how its meant to be."

Tycho shruged. "It's the same as how can you tell if a human is a male or a female? After you've been around humans long enough, you can just tell. There are a lot of Mon Calamaris who serve in the New Republic Navy."

Tycho raised an eyebrow. "Really? It actually can states like ... whatever we want?" Suddenly he longed to try dishes from his home he hadn't had since it was destroyed.

"So it's one of those things huh? I'm fraked then. 's like lookin' at two baby chicks. You know, or at least you hope, one is gonna be a rooster just there ain't no proper way t' tell till they are older." Because all baby chickens looked the same to her. Cute until they hit that age they lost their pretty colors then got ugly.

Tugging at Tycho's hand, Gwen nodded her head a little giving him a wide grin. "Yeah! Anything, honestly. Even the ice planets taste the same which is a feat within its self tryin t' get them right." When she, hopefully, got him closer to the cafe where the smells were wonderful, the younger woman raised a brow up at him. "Wanna grab somethin' here? Or you wanna try somethin' from my world?"

"Baby chicks?" Tycho shook his head and smiled. "Never mind." He didn't know what they were, but he got her general point.

Tycho smiled down at Gwen as he was tugged along. "I'd love to try something from your world." He paused, waiting for her to re-direct the sensoriums.

Gwen blinked at that. "Yeah. Little doodles. Ain't you got no chickens where you're from?" Oh goodness gracious! She was going to have to teach him all about farm life wasn't she? "You ever been on a horse?" If the answer was what she thought it would be, then she was defiantly going to have to teach him a thing or two.

There were many places she could take him to. The Core where it was more populated, smaller worlds that grew their own kinds of food, or Verbena. Her little section of Verbena had been countryish with the foods a mix of Irish, Scottish, and the Chinese style that was half the way of life. She'd settle for there for now, a small taste of what life was before the War and all.

Instantly the world changed (http://www.rogersville-tn.com/images/gallery_christmas_01.jpg) around them. Buildings in brick sprang up about them where the move flowing life of the waterworld had been. The sounds and smells changed as well with no more salty sea air but to fresh, summer air that held the hint of fresh cut hay and flowers in bloom. All the buildings lined the sides of the dirt street where people on horses, wagons, or ATVs went about their business. Every other street post was a spot for a flag, where the green field, bars, and star of the Independents flew in the cool breeze that swept through. Electricity was something that still hadn't made it to her little town by the time she had gone off to war. The capital and the surrounding towns had it, but that was it.

Tugging at Tycho's hand again the younger woman was moving quite possibly before he could get adjusted to the change. One of the larger buildings (http://www.halespringsinn.com/) outside of what had to be a church or a court house stood by its self away from the closer spaced buildings. A finely painted sign hung to where the passersby could see what it was. The Hale Spring Inn. "Come on. We'll start you out easy then work up to the Core finds."

"No, no chickens." Tycho is amused. He cocks his head at her next question. "Horse? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that animal."

Suddenly they were on another world, and the sweet summer air, with the smell of cut hay and flowers, brought a painful wave of memories to him of home. It was not quite the same, the primitive dirt roads and the beasts of burden in the street, but the feel of it was very like the small cities in the rolling farmlands that dominated most of Adleraan's geography. There was enough differences though, for Tycho to not get overwhelmed with the feel of it. Instead he shook his head to clear it, and focused on Gwen.

The young woman was smiling, tugging him along, and Tycho had to grin back as he followed obligingly. He glanced at the sign of the building as they approached, and then she was drawing him forward, through the door ...

There was always a party going on inside the Hale Springs Inn. Always there was a couple of people gathered around a corner playing music on their lunch breaks or for performances during the night. It was traditional Earth-that-was music though with the modern flares and twists time brought to it. Most said it was from a place called Ireland or Scotland but, eh, they were just words to the red head. She had always associated it with Verbena as a whole. Not a dead planet.

It was a comfortable warm inside the inn thanks to the large kitchen in the back that was always busy. Smells of spice and herbs lingered in the air along with the smokey tinge that made up the common room. Gwen gave Tycho's hand another reassuring squeeze as she weaved their way through the room toward a table near the back. Old habits died hard- it put them in prime position of two exits from the front to the back door in the kitchen. Plenty of room to put space between anyone that.. wouldn't be coming through that door. "Mister O'Connell ran this place before I was even born. Good people, him and his wife..."

Tycho followed her lead across the inn, giving her hand a squeeze back. He had been in plenty of dives across the universe where you had to watch your back with blaster drawn, and this was not one of those. Instead he took everything in with warm interest."Hmm," he agreed. "A little piece of home ..."

They settled at the table Gwen had chosen, Tycho's eyes also automatically checking for the exits. When Gwen caught him doing it, he laughed. "Sorry, old habits die hard. Now then, are we going to have some local cuisine? I'm afraid I'm dependent on you to order ..."

"Yeah look who's talking." A blush grew on the younger woman's cheeks as she admitted to the habit herself. To long being on the front where you had to watch yourself was all she had to say. Once one of the servers was over the thought was quickly passed out of her mind. "Two brandies, local brew. And we want two orders of the sesame chicken with white rice."

Green eyes flickered to Tycho, sizing him up a little before looking back at the server. "And two large slices of the strawberry cobbler." Oh yes. It was just a sampling, but it was a typical meal for the woman. Well... somewhat typical. "Oh! Also- forks and chopsticks, please." When the woman had nodded and moved off to place the order with the kitchen, Gwen settled back in her seat tapping a few fingers in time along with the music that was being played. "This is how I remember it before we all got shipped off t' basic. Been meaning t' ask Stacy to show me what it's like now... but I gotta admit. It's one of the major things I'm afraid of."

Tycho listened as she gave their order, but it didn't mean anything to him. He would find out what it was when the food arrived.

"So you haven't been back here in a while?" he asked carefully in response to her next words. He didn't want to push if he was bringing up something uncomfortable, but he was curious.

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