A casual dialogue about non-casual subjects

[Chronicron]

Trish smiled briefly. "The Core capitals have mediocre comfort, actually. They don't want the crew to be on edge, but they also don't want us too relaxed either. The artificial gravity is absent in some areas, such as AI core or storage. But having solid ground under your feet is... Reassuring."

For a moment, she looked at the kitchen. "Tea's ready, I'll be right back." She said as she stepped back and took two tea cups with tea plates and tea spoons out of the counter with a small carton box of sugar. She poured a generous amount of tea into both cups, dropping one sugar cube into one of them. However, she liked her tea with a drop of milk, and she had a small bottle of fresh, natural milk stored in her fridge just for this case. (Cookies. Where are the cookies?) She thought, as she took a glassy bowl out of the counter and placed it near the teacups. After scurrying around inside of various sections of her bar counter, she finally found a full, unopened bag of oatmeal biscuits with chocolate chips. (Hope this will do.)

Teacups on tea plates with teaspoons, one small bowl of sugar cubes and a big bowl of cookies. All laying on one flat wooden tray. There was a small table between the couches, on which she put the tray and took her seat right in front of Sun. "Suit yourself. Yours already has a cube of sugar in it." She said, gently waving over the tray, while taking her own cup and placing it on a table, closer to her.

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