Barbeque at transponder beacon YTC-2362

[Malaclypse 666]

Pops stands on the veranda, shaking his head at the aroma of incinerated weiners coming from the small vale where the stream ran into a deep pool. A man of indeterminate age and demeanor stood next to him, holding a gin and tonic.

"Master Shamus, it appears that our new landholder is in need of some guests. And since your "inviter" still seems to be tied up delivering some nomad bits, why don't we take these two bottles of Sapphire with us and greet the nice fellow."

"I suppose I could be convinced to rough it for a bit." said Shamus. "If the the thing gets too idyllic, though, I warn you I may wretch."