Kellhound: First Contact

[Thunderer]

George wasn't supposed to consume anything originating from the Kellhound, but the lust was too strong. A bodyguard turned pale, fearing that the admiral would be harmed on his watch. The other one kept bluntly staring at an undetermined spot on the opposing wall. The third one was scanning the area trough two sharp slits between his eyelids, behind his black sunglasses.
None wanted to interrupt George. They knew it was better to be punished by the martial court than by him.

"How polite of you."

But which one would he take? "Darjeeling sometimes makes my mouth dry", he thought, "While Earl Grey can make me a bit dizzy in above-normal quantity". And an above-normal quantity was what he intended to drink now.

"Chai with carda-cardam-I mean cardamom, please."

Almost exposed.

"Thank you".

As he received the cup, which he looked at and tapped in curiosity for a few moments, he tried a bit of the tea. It seemed fine.

"So..."

Appeasing his crave, he focused on business. For some reason, it was necessary to make a completely unnecessary and meaningless sound "so" during that. Hopefully the artificial intelligence understood human flaws. It didn't have to control its heart beat, air consumption, blood pressure, digestion and the pleasant tinglings on its tongue and inside its nose, after all.

"I hope you haven't found our safety procedures offending. We like to be hospitable, but safety goes first. You never know what can come from the unknown."

He takes a sip and, although one of his mottoes is not to show feelings, the partial, shivery smile discloses them.

"Where did you say you come from? Can you locate the sector relatively to Sirius? Is it possible to return within a reasonable amount time?"

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