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Hey! Down at the very end of the bar! It's a guy with a knife, and he sure seems to be talking very energetically to the bar about something...

...which, really, is only worrying until you get within earshot.

"Carrot! How about a carrot, can you..."
One appears in front of Akito. He slices it with deft moves and samples a few pieces. "It's perfect! It really is!" he enthuses, "What about grapes, can I..."

There's a rapidly growing pile of plates with half-eaten dinner specials and fresh fruits and veggies around him, and he's started scrawling wild recipe ideas in a notebook to his side. He's going to feel really bad about it later, but right now Akito Tenkawa is attempting to eat everything.

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Wes leans over from his own seat at the bar, stares for a moment, then asks the blunt question: "What are you doing?"

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Akito looks up, startled, with half a celery stalk poking out of his mouth. "Mmmrf?" he wonders, and quickly munches it away.

Once that's out of the way he offers a slightly embarrassed grin. "I'm just... Well, I'm... Learning what the food here is like?" he finally settles on.

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Wes doesn't bother hiding his amused grin, though he manages not to laugh outright. "Sounds more like a question to me, kid. 'S good food here, huh?"

He shakes his head, still smiling, and holds his hand out. "Name's Wes Janson; I'm a starfighter pilot," he adds.

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Akito just nods happily, "And it's all... well, nothing like the food on Mars." he admits. Then he visibly startles at the word 'pilot' with a surreptuous glance at the offered hand.

No mark.

Huh. ... Well. He puts his own hand into the offered one, "Akito Tenkawa. Ship's cook aboard a battleship and... well, temp pilot. Mostly a cook."

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"Mars?" Wes doesn't recognise the planet, and thinks for a second. "Oh, is that in the same galaxy as Earth?"

"You're a cook on a battleship?" Wes grins. "Probably better than all the ones I know, huh."

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Akito lays the small knife aside on one of the plates and nods at that, looking thoughtful. "Well, I'm actually just a sous-chef if it comes to that. I was a fry cook on Earth. Oh, and... yeah. Mars and Earth are in the same galaxy." By now it's at the point where he only has a few moments of 'Ohmygodhe'sfromawholeotherworld!' before he can focus on the conversation at hand.

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"Heh, I couldn't tell the difference between types of chef if someone drew a picture. Unless it was in bright colours," he muses.

Wes nods slowly. Well, at least he's only got two galaxies to work out, now. "Any other inhabited planets there?"

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There's a couple of thoughtful moments as he leans his head on his hands. "Well, sous-chef basically means I work under the head chef, taking her orders to keep the kitchen running smoothly. It's not as if I design the meals myself, just prepare them. But that's what I love to do." he admits, with a half-smile.

He looks up again, "Well... there are a couple of space colonies." Recently one less, he remembers with a wince. "And... all we know about the Jovians is that they live somewhere around Jupiter. We don't know what or who they are. That's my galaxy." Curiosity provokes, "What's yours like?"

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"Yeah? Good for you," he says with a grin. "I tried cooking once; general consensus was I should stick to the flying. Best to go with what you love most, really."

Wes thinks about it for a moment. "Well, there are a lot more planets in my galaxy. Thousands, but I dunno the official count or anything. We're sort of at war just now..." He shrugs and smiles. "But not as much as we used to be."

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"Hello," Gil looks at the wreckage with interest, having done much the same himself upon occasion. "Can I get you anything to go with that?"

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There's a few moments where Akito is improbably balancing three plates at once, and then he quickly sets two down. "No, I think this is everything I could ever ask for!" he says, beaming. "This food is all so tasty, it's like nothing I'd dreamed of. I'm just trying to figure out if I could even hope to work with some of these ingredients!"

Yep, he's raving. Just a little.

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Gil smiles. "Thank you so much, we do our best to please. Which ingredients are you particularly stricken with? Maybe I can find you some samples to take with you."

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Akito starts to answer that, but it's clearly hard for him. He points helplessly at the-- well, no, they have that on the Nadesico but the cheese was really-- but the -fruit- doesn't taste at all dry...

He laughs and turns around to look back at Gil, "Ah... maybe I should wait until I've had some time to settle in. I think I'm overwhelmed." Wait, samples to take-- "Do you work in the kitchen he... is there a kitchen here?"

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"I'm the ...," Gil hesitates then lifts his horns a little, "the head chef," he says, for the first time ever [he might have lost his human shape but at least he still has his job], "and yes, I like to think we have a rather good kitchen. Are you in catering as well?"

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Akito has been sort of staring. He can't help it. The horns, and Gil is the first non-human he's ever met, and...

But then something whacks him back to reality. (He might -look- like one of the Dark String Empire from Gekiganger, but he's a chef! He can't be evil! He's a really good cook!)

"Oh yes," he agrees, looking a little embarrassed for his lack of manners. "I was a chef on board a ship back home. Miss Howmei believed in making sure everyone was really well fed, and I'm learning a lot from working under her."

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Gil has seen that look before and moves out so the newcomer can see the rest of him, hooves and little tail and all, though decently covered by his stripey apron.

"A ship? I bet space is at a premium then. One has to be really well organised cooking on a ship."

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Akito smiles at the apron. Yep. "I've got one like that back home." he admits, and offers a hand. Not to the apron.

"Actually it's a little chaotic sometimes. It's me, Miss Howmei, and five girls in one kitchen... but we have got a better spice rack than any UEAF ship and we can make pretty much -any-thing we have the supplies for." He sounds quite proud.

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*There is a wolf. The wolf is sneaky. The wolf is sneaky and nibbling the half-eaten food since Akito seems to have forgotten about it and he'd rather it didn't go to waste.*

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Akito completely misses the existance of this wolf.

Until he leans back and sets a hand on it. Wait. Food isn't fuzzy. He looks down very carefully.

"GAAH!"

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*Well, food can be fuzzy...but that usually takes more than a few minutes.*

*The wolf dances away, grinning...well, wolfishly before sitting down with something akin to a roll of the eyes.*

Calm down. I was just eating the leftovers.

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So far he's met some interesting people, but as of yet, Akito hasn't met any talking animal types. Accordingly, he twitches back and stares wide-eyed for a couple of minutes. "Gleep?"

... Wait. "I... do I know that voice?" he wonders aloud, because he'd swear this wolf is being smug at him.

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Well, yes. We met the other day. Remember me? Garion?

*Yes, that's a wolf being smug. It runs in the family. You should see his aunt. A smugger owl does not exist in the multiverse.*

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Akito half-closes his eyes and looks vaguely confused. "Garion? You..." his hands start out far apart and squeeze inward. "...got smaller. And grew... more hair."

But Akito does nudge one of his plates closer, "Help yourself, I kind of got distracted by the fruit bowl." Akito is a healthy anime teenage boy and he has a bottomless healthy stomach to match.

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*Garion grins and pads forward to dig into the food. Akito is not the only teenage boy with a healthy appetite.*

I didn't so much shrink as...well, it's complicated. But thanks for the food. Would you like me to turn back to normal after I eat?

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Akito watches in some interest. "Does the food taste different or better when you're eating it like this?" he wonders, head on his hand. "You look like you're really enjoying that!"

Of course, so did he. "Uhm. I don't know. Whatever's comfortable I guess. Are you, like... a werewolf?" Vague memories of bad movies in the theater at the Utopia colony float through his head.