“Respect is one of life's greatest treasures. I mean, what does it all add up to if you don't have that?”--Marilyn Monroe
"And so I said 'That's no Luxan, that's my date'." Furlow laughed. Scorpius sat across from her, stone faced and patiently waiting in the dingy light of the diner. The only other beings in the building were the cook, the waitress, and a loud group of four young men--two Sebacians, one Bannock, and one Nebari--sitting at the booth behind Furlow. Just as the mechanic finished laughing at her own joke, their waitress glided out of the kitchen with their food.
"We've got a wrap," The waitress said as she placed a neat plate in front of Scorpius, and then set a grandiose plate filled with bread, meat, vegetables, smothered in sauce in front of Furlow, "And the chef's special, 'Space Tacos'."
As the waitress headed back to the kitchen Scorpius asked the mechanic, "Is it normal for Kosti to let his machinery fall into decay?"