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*Brian appears, and watches the oreo ritual curiously*

One of the Oreos doesn't twist apart quite neatly enough, so, as with all such losses, Wes decides to just eat it instead. Yum. He swallows, then catches sight of Brian, and grins like he's been caught in the middle of a prank.

"Hi there," he says with a small wave. "Y'want a cookie?"

*Brian bounces enthusiastically*

Cookie me, dude! Are those Oreos? We totally don't have them where I'm from. Ooooh, exotic foodstuffs!

Wes laughs at that. "I think that's what they're called. Don't have 'em in my galaxy either, but they should." He takes another one for himself, then pushes the plate over a little. "Help yourself; can't eat 'em all. Well, I could. But I won't." And he grins again.

*Brian pulls one apart and licks out the creamy goodness before munching the outsides, then beams at Wes*

Oh, they totally come from my galaxy, just not my country. I'm from England, but studying in Wales. Um. That probably doesn't mean a lot.

*he takes a deep breath*

BrianEarthAliveNotmagicinanyway2005. You?

Wes blinks at that, then laughs. "Kid, I don't think I caught any of that. Earth? You're another Earth man, huh?" He shakes his head, amused.

"I'm Wes, from Coruscant. Well, Taanab, originally. Definitely alive," he adds with a lopsided grin.

*he articulates carefully, and steals another cookie*

Briiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaan.

*and then he grins, and talks normally again*

I'm another Earth man. Boring boring where's Coruscant?

Wes laughs again. "Okay, Briiiiaaaan," he teases, and sticks his tongue out quickly.

"Coruscant's the centre of the galaxy. Well, my galaxy. Well, sort of." He scratches his head briefly, then shrugs. "Far, far away from your planet, I figure. But Earth sounds fun! I mean, you've got holovids about my galaxy with lots of explosions, right?" He grins.

Holovids? Not in my time, hell no. We have VCRs, which are like physical manifestation of films with added jumpy and scratchy white lines. They are the vinyl of the visual world, 'cos I'm poor as the proverbial and can't afford a DVD player.

And... we have filmage of your galaxy? ...wait. Coruscant... is that, like, Star Wars?

"VCRs? Never heard of 'em. What is that, like, hyperspace wars technology? Sounds like it anyway."

Wes thinks for a moment. "I dunno, Barry never said what it was called..." Not that he'd remember, being half-drunk at the time. "Um, 's about Luke and Han and Leia, mostly. I think."

*he gapes*

Duuuuuude. You have now, like, completely shot up in my personal coolness rating. What do you do? Are you a pilot-y person? You're not a diplomat, right? 'cos all that stuff with Ami-whosis was kinda lame.

Wes grins widely. "Always nice to meet a fan! I'm definitely not a diplomat," he says with a laugh, thinking of Adumar. "I'm a pilot, in Rogue Squadron. Best squadron in the galaxy," he adds with a proud smile. Not that he's biased or anything.

Wow.

That's way cooler than student-life.

Even if I am mates with the antichrist.

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This... looks familiar. Ray approaches the Bar for a refill on his coffee, but stops to watch the Oreo reconstruction.

"Sometimes the white stuff peels away from the cookie on its own, and then you can slap it in between two others," he points out.

Wes glances round and blinks. "It does, huh?"

So he tries it with the next one, twisting the sides apart, and attempts to peel the inside away...but mostly just succeeds in mushing it into the cookie. He blinks again. "You know I'm going to spend the next few hours trying this 'til it works, right?"

Ray smiles. "Well, maybe they take better care of their cookies here than I do back home. It seems to happen more often when it's humid out and the cookie's absorbed some atmospheric moisture, I think. Have you tried scraping it off with the edge of one of the other cookies and just sort of spreading it on top of an existing layer of the white stuff?"

"Starting to sound pretty technical there," Wes notes dubiously. "Not tried that though... let's see..."

He sets out two cookie halves with white stuff, then takes another regular oreo and twists it apart. Carefully, he tries to scrape the cream off using the plain half, pressing it into one of the original halves. What he ends up with is a mushy mess of white stuff and chocolatey crumbs on one cookie half, and he grins, putting it together with the other first half.

"Now that," he says, holding it up, "is a cookie."

"My nephews would approve," Ray says. "Well done, sir."

Wes grins. "Well, kids are the harshest critics. Thanks, and call me Wes," he adds.

Ray nods, sticking out one hand for the shaking (it may be noticed that there is a band of scar tissue across the palm, or not- it's up to Wes, really). "My name's Ray," he says. "Good to meet you, Wes. I take it they don't have Oreos where you're from?"

[ooc: had to go for dinner o_O]

Wes notices, but doesn't comment as he shakes Ray's hand; he's used to worse after all. "Nope, no Oreos in my galaxy," he confirms with exaggerated sadness. "I'll have to try and correct that, if I ever get back home," he adds with a smile.

"Your galaxy... hm. Given that we don't seem to have nearly the distribution of patrons here that you'd think a place at the end of the Universe should, I've only heard one or two people refer to their own galaxies rather than their worlds or planets. You from the same galaxy as Jaina and Tahiri, by any chance?"

Wes grins and nods. "Yeah, that's the one. They're from my future, though -- Jaina's only four in my time. Dunno if Tahiri's born yet. Time stuff's even more confusing than places..."

"Tell me about it," Ray says sympathetically. "Last night I met one of the founding fathers of my country, and he's been dead for two hundred years in my day. This place messes with your head if you're not ready for it."

"Yep... dead people, future people, people from other universes..." Wes shakes his head, laughing quietly. "Good thing it's a bar; plenty of drink on hand for it all, huh?"