"I would only need the spare radiation suits brought to my room. The money I was going to spend on lodgings has instead gone toward a new set of suits. Including some in the colors of our new teammates." Rok looks at his hand. Where he had melted the fork was a little burned.
"And as fun as smashing tables would be, I know from experience that someone making a ruckus when you are having dessert is quite annoying, and I would rather these people not have me ruining their food. But I will reheat any meals that have gone cold. The controlled release of microwave radiation soothes it. It was how mother warmed my morning outfits." Rok looks to the table. "I'll be back there in a moment."
Never more in Rok's life had he been so confused. Nor had he ever missed China as much as now, if only for the fact that 18 was the legal drinking age there. He wanted cinnamon schnapps badly right now.
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