*Puddles! We're not about to serve these French Dips on bloody paper plates! Could you hurry it up with those dishes!*
Commodore Puddles sauntered out of the back of Sophie's, a rather bedraggled and damp apron dragging on the floor. "Oh, bother, Sophie! You're back? I thought this conference would go on for a week!"
*Yeah, and it looks like you're a week behind, my illustrious ELF pearl diver! Days of past glory won't save you here, bud. I need platters, and I need 'em yesterday! Chop Chop!*
Puddles grumbled as he turned and went back through the swinging doors to the kitchen/scullery. Soon, exaggerated sounds of splashing and dishes clanking together filled the Cafe. Several patrons cast amused stares towards the commotion, and returned to their meals.
Sophie turned again to her optical interface, and began inputting data for the order of foodstuffs she was transmitting to "Whole Universe Foods".
Business was picking up again. No mountains pulverized. No kidnappings. Only the occassionaly pirate or Coalition ship passing through. Sophie wondered if she should start planning for a second Cafe on Shasta Outpost...