Cid walked in and looked aroun. Seeing the floating globe he wandered over for a looksee. The lady Eris was always making unusual things happen to people. This had to take the cake he thought.
'Yet another resurrectee? There were getting to be a lot of us around these days' He mused to himself.
"Sophie! Can I get a hotdog?" He looked around. "Puddles, where's Sophie?. Who's watchin the Cafe'?"
Puddles finished listening to the people in front of him. Then when they finished he moved to Cid.
"Sophies away, what can I get ya?" Flippin a page in his notepad.
"Yeah, I just need a couple hotdogs, sans buns of course. A root beer float. Lots of whipped cream too. Been cuttin the drinkin down so I need the sugar. Made almost an extra million on the last run, just from not bouncin off stuff so much. Mal would be proud." Cid sat back a sec, then popped forward again. "Actually I need a pint too. You got one back there somewhere. Just for good measure."
Having overheard only a little of the conversation Cid was curious.
"So's, excuse me.. I couldn't help but hear you are a resurrectee. I know this is not...well...common, but. I too was resurrected by Eris. She's a damned miracle worker there. So who are you anyway? Or who did ya used to be?" Cid poked his head over and asked.
Jeanette repeated her tale.
Cid sat in wonder listening as she recreated things for him, his vivid imagination clearly seeing her words. Their food came and was devoured listening to her tale. When they were done Cid paid for everything, and ordered a bucket of Flax be delivered for Jeanette.
"Welcome aboard Jeanette. We are a merry lot, and a rowdy and raudy bunch at times. But know you fly with the best there is. We gots 'em all. Great Ladies, drunken sots, and the first Canine to fly. You get a better group than that, well you might be drunk and at the Veranda, happens. Trust me. Well, I'm off again. Gotta go hide the load od Deutrium I got till the embargo is lifted. Thanks for dinner Puddles." Cid was off with a wave.
