A casual dialogue about non-casual subjects

[Chronicron]

As Sun said it, Trish was already eyeing the black bretonian tea pack. "Thanks. It took me a while to get things sorted." She poured some leaves and instant hot water into a teapot. While the tea was brewing, she briefly left the kitchen, leaning on the doorway. Unlike on her transmission bar, she was wearing a tight black t-shirt and black pants with tactical pockets. "The tea will be ready in a minute... I usually don't get any guests, none at all, to be honest, but I'm glad to have your company anyway. And... Yea, I like some space to my home, after all, Core Capital ships have surprisingly tight personal quarters."

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