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[archaeo]

Different galaxies, remember?

[She lets Zero take it, now that she's probably reached the end of her spiel.]

Whiskey.

[A very helpful answer.]

Corellian stuff's decent and I figured it was better if we start with something like this rather than like, Port in a Storm from the get go.

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[ She doesn't look impressed, but she does little more than shrug once before downing the whole glass.

It goes down easy enough. Zero wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling just a tinge warm in her face. ]

Well, it doesn't taste like ass.

[ She holds out her cup. ]

Still don't know what any of that means but.. I'll have another if you've got more.

[archaeo]

I'll put that in the ads. Doesn't taste like ass! Obviously that'll get everyone wanting it.

[Aphra raises a hand, as if to turn away Zero's cup.]

How about... we try something else? Is there anything you miss from home? Booze, food, whatever, I can make it. Probably.

[She doesn't yet know that Zero eats raw meat and that doesn't just mean pwussy.]

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[ Zero's eyes widen a fraction, but she maintains an otherwise disinterested expression. She puts her cup down, frowning into its empty bottom. ]

Nope, not a single thing.

[ Or not anything Aphra can make appear in a shitty little cup, at least. ]

Can't remember the last time I could actually taste shit, but even before that I wasn't actually picky. Spending most of your life eating whatever you could get your hands on does that to you.

[ She rests her cheek on her palm, tapping the rim of her glass with her free hand. ]

Make me whatever the fuck your favorite thing to gorge yourself on is.

[archaeo]

[see the thing about her powers that is bad for me and her is that she has to describe it which means i have to make up star wars shit and she has to admit stuff like this

Aphra picks up a piece of fruit from nearby, looking at it almost absentmindedly. She sets it down in front of them both.]

This is the candy my dad brought back from Coruscant one year. It was during the Clone Wars, though it's not like he loved traveling to the core worlds before all that. It was really sweet, too sweet. My mom said I had to save it, you know, make it last cause it was special. So as soon as he left, I ate like all of it in ten minutes.

[The fruit's now some kind of space candy?????]