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Bright and early again, the bar's resident dining car is behind the bar, setting out juice, sugar, sauces, all the things one needs for a good breakfast at the end of the Universe, the specials already written up on the chalk board:

Breakfast Specials
Breakfast Wellington
Apple And Raisin Oven Pancakes
Half a grapefruit

"What'll you have?"

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Lando enters the Bar, well-rested.

"Goodmorning, Dinah. It is Thursday already?"

Dinah smiles and passes over a juice.

"No it's not Thursday, but I thought I'd vary it a little. As long as I do three shifts a week, it's flexible.

"How are you today, Lando?"

"I'm feeling good today, Dinah. Relaxed. Amazing what a few nights' sleep in a real bed will do for a man. And yourself?" As always, Lando is all smiles.

"I'm just fine," she assures him. "Though I'll have to take you word for it on the sleep. How're you enjoying staying here?

"And what can I get you for breakfast this morning?"

"I'll have to get your recommendation, as usual. I can't read the sign, I'm afraid. I suppose I should think about learning Earther, but till I do, I'll have to ask.

"But a cup of caff to start with could be nice."

"Is that like coffee?" Dinah asks, letting the bar produce the drink for him.

"Well, this morning I have Breakfast Wellington, that's steak and mushroom on English muffins: meaty and protein rich, or apple and raisin pancakes, which are sweeter, batter based.

"I think you'd prefer the Wellington, personally."

"You know me too well already, Dinah. Guess the war has made me predictable." He takes the caff.

"I would imagine that caf might be like this coffee you mention. Assuming that coffee is a caffeine-based beverage popular with those who can't wake up in the mornings."

"Yes it is," Dinah says, with a nod, "Now just wait here and I'll get your breakfast."

Within a few minutes she prodies him with a plate graced with two English muffins, each split into halves, and each half graced with a Portobello mushroom and a small chunk of steak.

"There you go, Hon."

"Hmmm. Looks like a real hearty breakfast. Perfect for farmers, cloud-miners and smugglers.

"Do I eat this with a fork, or with my hands?" It never hurts to ask about such things.

Dinah grins broadly and provides him with a knife and fork wrapped in a serviette.

"Most people like to use cutlery."

"Then I will follow the trend." He takes the knife in his left hand, the fork in his right, and begins eating.

"Hmmm. You were right. This is very much to my usual tastes.

"This is a kind of mushroom, yes," he asks between bites, as he would never talk with his mouth full.

"It is, yes," she confirms. "Well, that bit is. The rest of it's part of a cow."

"Oh, I recognize beef when I see it. Good beef at that. Nide and tender.

"I just don't recognize this knd of mushroom. A very subtle flavor compared to what I'm used to. Something, I think, that might appeal to certain palletes I know." He considers the muffin but decides it's just bread.

Dinah laughs. "Oh really? Whose?"

"Some old acquaintances on Corellia. There was a mushroom native to tht world similar to this, but it's exceedingly rare. If this is common to Earth, assuming I could find a supply here, I could perhaps please the Corellians." The wheels turn again in Lando's mind.

Dinah regards him thoughtfully.

"Well, the bar can provide pretty much anything, from what I've observed. Or there's a garden and woods outside."

"So I've been told. About both the outdoors and the Bar's capabilites.

But then, I'm sure I'll find a way. I always have." He smiles as he keeps eating.

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